The cat is sleeping on my foot again. Make him quit. <\/p>\n
He weighs about 15 pounds. I’m pretty sure you can get him off your foot all by yourself. <\/p>\n
He’s snoring. I can’t read when he snores. <\/p>\n
It isn’t that loud. <\/p>\n
It’s like thunder. <\/p>\n
You can barely hear it. <\/p>\n
Quiet thunder. <\/p>\n
Put him on the floor and he’ll go sleep in his bed. <\/p>\n
He’ll give me a dirty look and squeak at me. <\/p>\n
Oh, the horror. <\/p>\n
Why does my life have to be so hard?<\/p>\n
I’m surprised you haven’t signed up for Death With Dignity. <\/p>\n
It’s because I am a brave little soldier, even though I have a cramp in my foot. Ow, Kitty. Get off!<\/p>\n
He squeaked at you, didn’t he?<\/p>\n
Yes. I couldn’t help it. I had a cramp. I had to move my leg. <\/p>\n
Did he get down?<\/p>\n
No, he’s waiting for me to tuck my feet back up on the couch again. <\/p>\n
A cat of great patience. <\/p>\n
He’s annoying as fuck. <\/p>\n
He loves you. <\/p>\n
He doesn’t either. He just loves the afghan I have on my lap. <\/p>\n
His $200 hand knitted merino wool cat rug?<\/p>\n
It was supposed to be mine. It was awfully pretty when I made it. <\/p>\n
Yes it was. <\/p>\n
Stupid cat. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"