Cats,

my cat, is not a cat, but some kinda wimpy thing that manages to live, somehow..

and i find myself staring at him in awe at how much of a girl this cat is.

i mean i have a cat bed in my room to stop him from sleeping all over my clothes and leaving that cat lady kinda smell of over me and so to stop him i felt acomplished in giving him a cat bed.

but no he refuses the only time he'll try is when i have something half on top of it, and he puts his front paws on the bed moves around then turns to look at me in a way that says;

"See I'm trying but YOU put the fucking hairdryer on my bed, look cant sleep on here.. soooo its all your fault. Bitch."

and i find myself saying things back like,

me: You know what fuck you! you never sleep on there anyway! so get over yours-.. hey!..HEY..!! dont look at me like that! who said you can look at me like that RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!"

Mum: Jess? who you talking to?

exactly!

im now seen as the crazy one, when every family member knows im the fairly sane one!

so ha mr. cat

I WON!