Neutron, stop yowling just when I’m trying to go to sleep.I play with you, dragging that damned feathery wand along the carpet, and you had fun and then went to sleep on the couch. So why the yowling when I want to sleep?
Sapphire, sweetheart, the food on my plate is MINE! Apparently, you lived with people who thought it was cute for you to eat off of their plates. I don’t like it. Besides which, a lot of the stuff I eat isn’t that good for you. It may not be that good for ME, either, but that’s different. May I point out that your previous people took you to the Humane Society when you weren’t a kitten any longer? I’m different, I took you FROM the Humane Society.
And a rant to Sapphire’s previous owners: You slime-sucking mud puppies! How DARE you take in a kitten, and then “dispose” of her at the Humane Society because she grew up to be a cat??? What did you think was gonna happen, that she’d stay a kitten for 20 years? I certainly hope that you NEVER get another animal again. And I really hope that you don’t have kids. Not that you’d care, but Sapphire is doing very nicely now, and she is an adorable, affectionate, playful cat. She’s always ready to be petted or played with. She gets along wonderfully with everyone here. Her only bad habit is stealing food from our plates.
Right on Lynn Bodoni. I got a kitten from one of the shelters here in New York. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Of 100 cats I have to choose one knowing that alot of these beautiful animals will be destroyed. It was hard not to take 20.
Having a pet is the act of taking responsibility for that animal as long as it lives. Not just until you get tired of it. I can’t stand that people would do this.
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Flipper Elaine, you have been my constant gray companion for these past 11 years, and I love you. Despite this, I would really appreciate it if you would cease coming to my window at 2 AM to make me let you in. I realize I do it every time and it’s fun for you to exploit people, but I really need to get my sleep.
Furthermore, I would like to ask you to cease the practice of playing my guitar once I’ve let you in. I realize it is fun to pull on the strings and hear them make that snapping noise as they hit the fretboard but until you commit to getting serious and taking some lessons on the instrument I will continue to consider this as just being noise.
But you’re my wife’s cat, and you sleep at the foot of my daughter’s bed and make her happy, so you have a home here.
Waking me up, however, from a sound nap on a sunday midmorning by gently massaging my head with your paws, is not ingratiating you to me. I know that it’s a security thing, I know that kittens massage their mother’s bellies to make more milk come, and I can assure you, milk will NOT spontaneously spout forth from my head. Let’s put it this way: When I’m snoring, you know, that loud, annoying noise you always feel you have to investigate? Just leave me the hell alone.
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Jack, I am continually amazed at the love you hold in your heart for humans. Your undiscriminating eagerness to rub against, be stroked by, or jump into the lap of every single two-legger you meet is truly awe-inspiring, and it’s why all my regular pet-sitters pick you as their favorite over your brother and sister.
Why, then, can’t you extend that same loving attitude to your siblings, especially your sister Piper? This morning was your latest unprovoked attack. I don’t know if you think it’s a game or not, but when Piper hisses and even growls at you, it is a Bad Touch and you should leave her alone. No, I don’t care if she hits back. You’re the one who always starts it.
Did you beat on each other in your mommy’s womb, or during all those weeks when you suckled side-by-side? No, you didn’t, and I have pictures to prove it (the latter at least).
Try to remember those days, and be nicer to the girl. There are plenty of toy mice and even an old couch in the house for you to take out your aggression on.
Tess-you are very cute, and I KNOW you think that having a deformed arm and a cute stare gives you an excuse to get away with murder-no matter how angile and devious you really are.
Yes, you are very cute and sweet, but my noodles are NOT FOR YOU. They are not kitty food. You do not need to lick my fork. Yes, I know Daddy lets you. Daddy’s a sucker, I’m not.
And for heaven sakes, stop jumping on Buffy’s back and biting her neck! Wait until you get a little bigger-right now, you two get too rough, and one of you is going to get hurt.