This is Lucky Bear. He is a lover of sinks, the spaces between legs and tuna fish.
He's such a happy looking cat isn't he? I mean, all happy and smiling in the sink. The complete opposite of Grumpy Cat (whom I still love because, let's face it, she's adorable).
IT'S ALL A LIE.
This cat is obsessive and jealous - he hates it when Husband gets too close to me, walks me to the mailbox and back and absolutely DESPISES everything that takes me attention away from him.
Tonight Husband and I were talking about our kitties.
Oh yeah. We have two cats. This is Brother Bear. He's a little bit...er...well, he's special.
We were talking about how even though our cats never shut up or catch mice or lay around the living room and kitchen acting like they haven't eaten in days and are starving, that they live pretty well. Very well, seeing as they both weigh upward of 15 pounds a cat.
But, we know, they have complaints. Everyone does, after all, no matter how well their lives are. Especially cats, because everyone knows that nothing is ever good enough for cats. However we don't think that they have much to complain about. So, for everyone's reading pleasure, here are
Complaints from the Cats!
- They have a tiny human. They give us less attention because of it. And they let the tiny human dress us up in humiliating outfits and brush our fur the wrong way.
- They have a dog who thinks we want to play. Guess what?! We don't.
See? Only two complaints. Unless I move Brother's box. Then he looks lost and stares at the spot where it once was meowing pitifully.
Next up: Complaints From Dog.
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