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Do you own the pet...or does the pet own you?
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January 19th, 2013
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I swear…I’ve come to believe my sole purpose for living is service to The Cat! Never mind feeding her or keeping the litter box clean. The Cat friggin’ orders me around. Open the door! Sit down! Stroke me! (Not there…THERE!)
I’m her pin cushion and lounge chair. She even demands I allow her to lounge across my shoulders!
Friggin’ cat eats better than I do! Gourmet cat food, for crissakes. Won’t eat the same flavor 2 days straight.
4:30am wake up call for “first breakfast. Followed soon after by “second and third breakfast”, brunch, snack, lunch…
(Did I adopt a cat or a hobbit?)
Can’t even take a crap in peace…where I go, The Cat follows.
Am I the only human forced into indentured servitude?!
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