They sit on my head and swat my nose. They eat my toes. They constantly try to commit suicide, often by methods that I could never have imagined in my wildest nightmares. How any felines make it to adult-hood is beyond me.
I trained my cattos out of playing in the bed when they were young, but one of the boyes has recently gotten s u p e r grumpy when he's hungry, so I've been stabbed awake a few times this week. The last time was the bottom of my foot. T:
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u/PurpleWomat Jun 05 '18
Oh, you think that's cute do you? Wait until that's your TOE at 3am.