January 09, 2008
spoiled, spoiled, spoiled
No, this post isn't about me (although if you ask some members of my family, they would say it is). No, I'm talking about the fur ball monster who has come to live with me, and who is currently forcing me to type this post with one hand because she's sleeping on my lap and I can't reach the keyboard. I sat down at the computer an hour ago to quickly check my e-mail, then I was going to move on to other household chores (see resolution #1), but up jumped the monster and she curled up and fell asleep. This is where the spoiled part comes in - I feel guilty kicking her off my lap. Even though there are a myriad of other places in my big house for her to sleep - I don't want to disturb her highness. I think it's the guilt from uprooting her from the home she's had for the last 3 1/2 years and bringing her here to to this new scary place, with strange noises like dryers buzzing and telephones ringing. Oh, if only people were this concerned about my mental well-being. I think in my next life, I am definitely coming back as a cat. But I would want to be owned and spoiled by me ... so how would that work?
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Congrats on your new home! Cats are meant to spoil, they deserve it for being so cute! Enjoy your new home!
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