Cats, they have taken over the Internet with their adorable fuzzy faces and ability to get themselves into precarious situations. But if you have ever owned a cat you know the truth. It's always a love hate relationship. Not only how you feel but how your cat feels towards you.
Having two cats of my own I always find myself wondering what possessed me to bring them home. They love to terrorize the house, the dog and my husband. But occasionally they curl up next to me on the couch and purr. I think this is a mind control technic because I find myself forgetting that they used my husband's favorite spot on the couch as a litter box. He didn't.
When we brought home our two bundles of joy, I was so excited. They were little, fuzzy, and loved to cuddle. But after they got comfortable with us it was all down hill. It started with the dog. Our large, black Labradoodle Angus loves cats, but he gave this little babies a wide berth in the living room. I couldn't figure out why my big boy was afraid of these little kittens; until one day while he was asleep on the floor I witnessed the terror. As he lay snoozing the kittens curled up next to him. His eyes flash open, he's barely breathing trying not to move as the kittens knead his stomach. And then when he just begins to be comfortable again the unthinkable happens. The kittens jump up and start attacking Angus. He shrieks and gets up tail between his legs and runs out of the living room. The kittens lick their paws with satisfaction. This was the start of their household domination.
Despite all they're terrorizing they can use their hypnotic mind control purr to make me forget it all. My husband on the other had is not so easily convinced. This has caused a great divide in our household. Ben and Angus verses Smokey and Bandit. So far cats 2, the dynamic duo 0.
They continue to rule the house hold. Chasing the dog from the living room and sassing the husband is a part of their daily schedule. Just recently they stole a small rubber toy pig off the table and fought over who got to cuddle with it. They also stole Angus's stuffed monkey.
But the tides turned one fateful night when they escaped into the outdoors. After being chased by the 140 pound Hilda Monster (an English Mastiff) and have to fend her off (she just wanted to slobber on them but they were having none of that), they decided this adventure was a little much for them and followed their big brother protector Angus around the rest of the night and then into the house when it was time for bed.
They still run amuck in the house but are a little kinder to their big black furry friend, Angus.
