Things Only Cat Owners Understand

Things Only Cat Owners Understand

Dogs are Easy, But Cats are Plain Weird

Pets are a glorious thing. They're always there when you need someone to lay with you, they're there to put a smile on your face, and they're always the first thing to greet you when you get home. Cats are an interesting pet choice. They're in their own little world and you're just along for the ride. They think the world revolves around them, and honestly I'm that person that will make them believe it because they're just so stinking cute, how could you not. But occasionally my cat will get on my nerves, and I bet other cat owners will feel my pain.

When you're trying to get work done and your cat just lays on your chest and stares at you.

I kid you not, this happened while I was writing this article!

Constantly having scratch marks on random parts of your body.

I swear I'm not prone to accidents, it's just my cat. (Shameless plug to not get your cat declawed because it's bad!!! Thanks)

Waking up in the middle of the night to your cat scratching on its post.

I mean yes I bought it for you for that's exact intention but so you really need to be using it at 3 am????

Waking up to your cat meowing (or my cat who 'mews')

I love you but why are you like this?

When they knock over random stuff in your room.

If you knock over my expensive perfume or make up one more time I'm going to let my dog eat you. (Not really)

They constantly have that "I'm judging you so hard right now" look.

Literally I spoil you so much, stop giving me that look.

Having mixed feelings when they lick you.

It's cute and all but your tongue feels like sandpaper on my skin. Love you though.

Spending a bunch of money on toys for them but they find random things around the house to play with instead.

I did not spend all this money on you for you to be swatting at a piece of paper for an hour!

Feeling like the chosen one when they cuddle with you.

Yes, show me affection.

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3 Reasons Why Step Dads Are Super Dads


I often hear a lot of people complaining about their step-parents and wondering why they think that they have any authority over them. Although I know that everyone has different situations, I will be the first to admit that I am beyond blessed to have a step dad. Yep, I said it. My life wouldn't be the same that it is not without him in it. Let me tell you why I think step dads are the greatest things since sliced bread.

1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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The Old Oak Tree

A short poem about returning to one's childhood home.


Looming over the burned-out house is an oak tree,

Hundreds of years old at least.

The smell of smoke is gone, but skeleton of the house remains,

A mere speck when compared to the tree.

Whose branches reach out to me like hands,

Begging for me to come closer.

I do.

I sit under the tree like I did when I was young.

The ground is damp from the rain,

I feel the sogginess soaking through my jeans.

I remain.

It is cooler under the branches,

A limitless amount of leaves shades me from the daylight.

I stay there. All day.

Staring at the charred remains of my childhood home.

I stay there until fog begins to form in the crisp night air,

Cold and sharp against my cheeks.

No longer able to withstand the cold, I take my leave looking back once more.

It's nice to know that even when I'm gone,

The old oak tree remains.

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