We got Clare a kitten for her 2nd birthday in October. How sweet! you think. You know what I think? What the (insert explicative of choice) was I thinking?
We took in the most precious little creature, who p.s. was supposed to be a girl. Today there is a monster roaming through the house terrorizing anything that is moving (or not). Oh, and he's not a she after all. It was a vile way we found out, but we had to get rid of the toy that we found him doing it with. Why is there no auto clean feature for my mind, I ask you? Why? Why?
Anyway, I have given the cat thing a try now four times (please don't ask me why I'm on cat number four in twice as many years). They're all mean little biting things with an attitude that absolute incenses me...incenses me people!!! I mean seriously, you do not get to scratch and bite me if I feed you and clean up your poop. Those are the freaking rules!!!!
Derive from this statement what you will, but I am not a cat person. I'm sure this statement carries some generic signature about my personality, but I won't judge you if you don't judge me.