The beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, so I had one more for dessert

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I have a cat. She irritates me. But then, I irritate her as well.

It’s a love/hate thing. I feed her; she loves me. She wakes me up at 5am; I hate her. I come home and snuggle her; I love her. I chase her around the house trying to poke her in the bum; she hates me.

It’s a symbiosis. And that symbiosis means that whenever I’m sitting at my computer, she wedges herself between my back and the chair’s back. The result is this:


Yes. She’s wearing mittens.

Eventually, I grow tired of her pushing her feet into my ass, and I retreat to the couch with my laptop. She stares, though. She knows victory is hers.

And in a few hours time, it will be hers again, when she jumps on my bed to proclaim, at 5am, that it is indeed time for her to eat.



4 Responses to “The beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, so I had one more for dessert”

  1. Fish
    December 15, 2007 at 10:00 pm #

    Beautiful photos!

  2. Adam
    December 15, 2007 at 11:12 pm #

    honestly, it’s all the camera.

  3. cDiddy
    December 17, 2007 at 11:09 am #

    That cat has how many toes again?

  4. Adam
    December 17, 2007 at 11:12 am #

    Only six on each foot. 🙂