Cat Lover/Pet Lover Extraordinaire: At Your Service

Today, I realized that a nagging pet may be just the birth control young girls need these days. You think a pet is bugging you, imagine what a whiny kid could do to a raw set of nerves. I think we should work on that, implementing it in schools and what-not. Well, maybe not.

You see…

I have a headache.

A bad headache. One of those headaches so bad that you just want the world to go away. It came on slowly, but it’s here now and nothing is seeming to cure it. There is not enough dark rooms or self-medication in the world to get me through this one.

Instead, I decide to take a nap. I’m a light sleeper, and a grumpy one at that.

You know what I hear? The soothing whirr-whirr of the washing machine…..

….and the ‘meowwwwwwww’ of the d*** cat doing her best to get on my nerves.

LEAVE ME BE!

Why don’t cats speak English?

Is this what I get for being bad to my mother when I was younger? Probably so. That’s too bad. Sorry Mom.

So, you know what I am going to do? I am going to nurse my headache and appease the cat. It’s the only chance I stand in this fight. Apparently her highness doesn’t like the new cat food I bought and wants what I am eating.

It’s a no-go; I need to coat my stomach for the mega-dose of aceteminophen I am about to take. Sorry, kitty cat.

This is what makes me know I am not ready for kids. I am ready to strangle the cat. A kid with a raw ‘tude may be in real physical danger, so I think I will pass on the little ones–at least for the next new years.

How’s that for birth control?

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