You little fucking bitch. I have had it with you and your tap dancing.
Once again I woke up and trotted downstairs. I let the toe smashing dogs out and the two cats that think they are dogs, turned on the coffee, took a good piss, let the dogs back in and then as my eyes adjusted and the sleep is wearing off I realize the clock reads 2:45 am.
I swear if you don’t keep your fucking toes off my alarm clock I am going to grind the fuckers off. I know what you are doing. I have seen you do it before with your cat toys that I spend my hard earned money on to keep you entertained. You have a weird back feet tap dance. Its endearing, it is cute, I have laughed at your antics many times but it is not fucking funny when you use those tiny back feet to dance on the buttons of my alarm clock thus changing the time.
Why the smallest cat in a house full of them has to be the biggest smart ass. Are you trying to prove something to me? Are you in line to be the next queen bitch? Are you going to rule the house with those tiny back feet?
You know I can’t go back to sleep once I am up and about. You get me up early just so you can have my spot. That is it isn’t it. You want the warm spot left from my sleeping body. You want daddy all to yourself. You are his cat after all. His little bug as he calls you. A perfect name as you bug the shit out of me.
I have a lot of errands and chores to do today and now I have to do them with less sleep. :mad: Bitch!
Since I am up I am going to Google my ass off for a cat proof alarm clock.
And before anyone suggest to close my bedroom door I can’t as I have no bedroom door. The stairs lead into the bedroom. There is no way to shut the little bitch out.
