1. We constantly get into cat-fights. I mean claws out, slaps to the face, the whole nine yards. She stares at me with her hateful glare, and then next thing I know, I'm getting attacked.
2. She spends most of the day sleeping and eating, and yet when I come home from a long day at work, she's right there at the door whining at me. Do I wish I could have her life, lying in the sun all day? Yes, but do you hear me complaining about it? NO. So LAY OFF.
3. She wakes me up every morning for breakfast, since apparently she's a princess, and if she's awake and wants breakfast that means that I also have to be awake. Oh, and she's not at all subtle about it. Usually, she'll knock all my stuff off my bedside table, knowing that the loud crashes will manage to disturb my peaceful slumber. But she really went overboard the other day when she SAT ON MY FACE. I mean, the indignity of it! Ridiculous....
Oh, didn't I mention that she's a cat? Yeesh, people, get a grip. Who do you know that goes around sitting on people's faces? You know what, don't answer that... My point is that I'm stuck with this cat, and she's driving me insane. But I can't get rid of her, because if I did I would be totally alone in my apartment. What would I do with myself? At least she provides some sort of interaction with another living thing. Otherwise I'd probably end up with some weird psychological disorder, like those people you see on tv who hoard everything they've ever owned and they can't even live in their house because it's overrun with junk. I won't do it! So, I guess I must resign myself to dealing with this bitchy, whiny, spoiled cat. Sigh.
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