accept that my cat hates me

I know she’s fond of me. I just know… Plus she’s been amazingly sweet and purry and petable recently. hence the lack of entries… i think the tide has turned in my favor…

because she’s been super cuddly lately…

she loves her dad so much more than she loves her mom. note the cute purry face, the retracted claws, the sweet demeanor… a creature I rarely see. I am not sure why she loves Taylor more than I because I feed her more often, and am the only one who cleans her litter box.

????

I give up trying to understand that creature.

here she is lying atop my clean piles of laundry. Saturday, I went to switch loads and I come back to her spreading her fat and fur all over my progress. I do declare…

she’s been a total and complete BITCH this week. No idea what her deal is. Oh, wait, I do—She’s fucking evil incarnate!!!! Ah, but I love her so.

Yeah… so I totally sent that long, impassioned, personal letter to brian flemming from my cat’s myspace. Now i look like a fucktard. Way to go, evil cat!!!!

P.S. Only fucktards would make their cat a myspace, so I suppose it fits.

(see also: be a proud atheist)

she chews my hair. sometimes she pulls really hard and it hurts big time.

I had to fight her off with a chair tonight. she was snarling and growling, trying to sink her teeth RIGHT into my achilles. Eck! Eck!

But I love her because once a week she will jump on the bed and squeak at me, then purrrrrr and nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle. It’s totally worth all of her abuse.

My cat hates me and will not let me pet her. She doesn’t tolerate affection well. She hates being picked up and will never snuggle with me on the couch. I must accept this. I must let her be.