These darn Cats! (Siamese Cats are mean!!)

I had a full house watching the Super Bowl. (Rah!) :smack:
Son-of-a-wrek did a crawfish boil on my deck.
The food was great. Lots of kids running around. These people are really Sons and DILs friends. I’ve known them for years(mostly) Mr.Wrekker had a coupla guys over as well.
As you can guess my Siamese Cats are not fond of Football, kids, noise or Crawdads.
Who do you think gets blamed for all this? Yep. Me.
Before the first grandwrek squealed, food cooked or the game started they were in the beams. Sending death days with their flashy blue eyes. Grandwrek #1 tried her best to get them down. Didn’t work.
I knew before halftime I was in for it tonight.

Yes it’s after 3am.
Will payback never end?
They are glued to me. I feel like I’m wearing a cat coat. If I move a toe I get a shrill meow. If, perchance, I need to pee, all hell breaks loose. I’ve tried explaining I have deathly kidney problems. They don’t care.

I poured Mr.Wrekker in bed by 10pm. I thought I’d take a shower. I swear I don’t how he slept thru the howling that went on. But he did.
In fact, they’re giving me grief because I’m typing. Right now. Bear is batting at my elbow. It’s not near him, he has to reach over Meeko and she’s hissing at him.

Oh, boy! I can’t wait til tomorrow.
My life sucks.
Remember this: Cats don’t like Super Bowl or Crawdaddys.
Neither do I.
I need Rolaids.
And maybe a dose of Cyanide.

You’ve got your hands FULL! We also have a Siamese. His name is Luca. He’s a lover, not a hater. He loves everybody, I swear. I don’t think he’s met a human (Or an animal, for that matter), that he dislikes! We’ve got a hovelful of critters. A snake, parakeets, goldfish, cats, dogs…I know the joy, I swear. Joy. More like a three-ring circus, with a dancin’ bear, and a feckin’ clown car. Seriously.

I’m keeping tabs on you, Beck! I’ve got a wonky kidney, as well. Mine is due to diabetes, and kidney stones. It’s pretty much dead, for all intents, and purposes. I’m just waiting for it to go off enough to where they’ll have to yank it. FML.

I wish you only the very best!

I swear we need a Kidney forum. So many of us are cursed.

I like to say my Cats just love me too hard. I’ve enabled them. I neglected their social skills in training them.
Who am I kidding? I never trained them at all.

My hovercraft is full of eels!

My kitty Vienna would never think of misbehaving. But then again I never watch football. Perhaps your Siamese were mad that nobody shared crawfish with them.

Oh yeah, diabetes and kidney disease. And add spinal stenosis and peripheral vascular disease. Fuck you, body!

I’m betting the cats would be quite intrigued with the crawdaddies if there wasn’t so much commotion around.

Crayfish alive OR cooked. Train them to be fishing cats.

I never got in the bed til 6am. I fell asleep in my chair with a Kitty weighted blanket on me.
I need to clean my house. But I’m too tired, plus I have crike in my neck. Ugh.
The cats are still kinda glued to me. I’m ignoring most of their protests.

I’ve not recieved an ‘fun’ presents yet. That’s a good sign.
I went back and read them aloud a post from ~VOW. I got blinkie eyes and several innocent baby kitten meows. SO cute!!
I got a long Cat massage. I laid on my tummy and the Cat’s walked up and down my back for awhile. That was nice.

I’ll trade you the Meezers for the Guys Upstairs Think about it: no getting up early to feed them, no batting your hands as you type, just plenty of good ol’ loud music with the bass turned up as high as it goes.

Nellie, you shouldn’t have to put up with that. Is there not a noise rule thingy? Call the Managers number at the time it’s happening.
My Daddy had rental property. The person who squealed the loudest and at late hours got heard.

I’ve kept a live crawdad in my fridge at a former boil/party. Just to see what the cats would do. They stuck their noses in the air. Saying…“pah–lease!!”
Could not care in the least. I took it down to the pond and released it.
PETA, would be proud. (Unless they saw the big crawfish boil set-up on my deck)

This evening the Cat’s have decided I paid enough. They are snoozing on the dryer.
I’ve had a nap.
My floors are cleaned.
I need to clean up the deck but it can wait.

Mr.Wrekker has had his cocktail and is showering. I’ll feed him and he’ll go to Poker night.
I’m looking for a peaceful evening.

(Well, I just jinx-ed it) :smack:

So, whooze he gonna poker??? :confused:

They can also be a plutonium-fuelled civic hazard

Oh, god. I’ll have nightmares about that cat.

And sneaky. :wink:

I love ‘We are Siamese’
Makes me laugh and cry.
(:))