Lately I’ve been feeling like I live in an episode of “That Darn Cat.” We are taking care of a kitten for a couple of months and it is driving me crazy. Last night (cats are so damn nocturnal), the kitten did nothing except lay on my pillow above my head and try to lick my scalp! Imagine sleeping peacefully and all of a sudden someone rubs wet sandpaper on your head. Mmmm…feels good.
Don’t get me wrong, the kitten is extrememly cute and I kind of like her. It’s just that I don’t think I am or ever will be a cat person. I like dogs. Did I mention that the kitten’s litter box is in the corner right next to my side of the bed? It’s got this hood on it with a fan that sucks the air through a filter that is supposed to get rid of the smell. But, of course the fan mostly succeeds in blowing a nice whiff of cat pooh into my nostrils as I try to sleep while the kitten gently gnaws at my skull. Fun!
Can you tell I didn’t get any sleep last night?
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