Me: You know, now that we’re living together and I’m no longer just that nameless face who passes through monthly like a tornado leaving you in her path of destruction, we’re really going to have to learn to co-exist harmoniously.
The Cat: Meow.
Me: Seriously, Dude (his government name, not a term of endearment), it’s just going to be you and me here all day every day. I’ll stay out of your kitty treats if you promise to no longer shed black hair on my pillow and covers and leave a trail of yellow-paint paw prints right up the center of my brand-new $300 coat.
The Cat: Meoooooowww.
Me: I know I’ve always broadcast my hatred toward felines, and you clearly can tell I’m a dog person, but we do share one thing in common: We both kind of have the hots for your master. So if you could just meet me in the middle here, I’d much appreciate it.
The Cat: *blinks stupidly*
Funny, they failed to mention this in Shacking Up: The Smart Girls Guide to Living in Sin Without Getting Burned (my parting gift from Lemon).
bahh haha – does it mention that you should just go ahead and train yourself to have the ability to check if the toilet seat is down even in the dead of sleep? This is my tip!
I hoe your adjusting and that none of your boxes arrived untaped. I will be sending creative juices your way as you delve into full time freelancing!
Hey, I could use your input on my latest post! Cheers!
Heh. I came home yesterday to find the dog in the middle of the bed, shedding all over my nice clean sheets. Then she had the temerity to poke her nose insistently into my thigh as I was making dinner, as if to say, “Goodness. Is that BEEF?”
That’s hilarious.
We lived in sin WITH HIS PARENTS for seven months. I think I should write my own book about that
Dear Dude,
Give the girl a chance. She will eventually realize that you rule the joint, and are just letting her and the other two-legger live there out of the kindness of your kitty heart.
- M