for my cats
Nov. 9th, 2005 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boodieYou know you have cats when..
Every time you open the bathroom door, a little furry creature races past you and perches on the toilet seat for a drink before you get there.
Your refrigerator door has its own groupies.
The rooms in your house are segregated for cats with good behavior, bad behavior, and I just don’t get along with anyone.
You can’t use the can opener or open a can without suddenly feeling like a giant foot and legwarmer has just engulfed you. (You certainly can’t try to turn around in the kitchen at this point without breaking a leg)
You can’t eat anything at all ever without your cats looking at you as if they are auditioning for a poster pet for a third world country.
In the farthest corner of your house and the most unlikely place to find it, yes, you find tiny grains of cat litter.
You hear so much hacking from cats trying to throw up fur balls, you think you have gone to an asthma clinic.
Walking from the kitchen to the living room with a bowl of ice cream, you muster your adrenaline because you know you will be running an obstacle course as your cats’ fling themselves in your path to the sofa.
You never watch television, work on the computer, or read a book without a furry creature inserting its little body in front of, on, or around you or the object of your attention.
And, last but not least, you know you have too many cats in your house when you never feel unwanted, unloved, or alone at anytime day or night.
awwwwwww
Every time you open the bathroom door, a little furry creature races past you and perches on the toilet seat for a drink before you get there.
Your refrigerator door has its own groupies.
The rooms in your house are segregated for cats with good behavior, bad behavior, and I just don’t get along with anyone.
You can’t use the can opener or open a can without suddenly feeling like a giant foot and legwarmer has just engulfed you. (You certainly can’t try to turn around in the kitchen at this point without breaking a leg)
You can’t eat anything at all ever without your cats looking at you as if they are auditioning for a poster pet for a third world country.
In the farthest corner of your house and the most unlikely place to find it, yes, you find tiny grains of cat litter.
You hear so much hacking from cats trying to throw up fur balls, you think you have gone to an asthma clinic.
Walking from the kitchen to the living room with a bowl of ice cream, you muster your adrenaline because you know you will be running an obstacle course as your cats’ fling themselves in your path to the sofa.
You never watch television, work on the computer, or read a book without a furry creature inserting its little body in front of, on, or around you or the object of your attention.
And, last but not least, you know you have too many cats in your house when you never feel unwanted, unloved, or alone at anytime day or night.
awwwwwww
