my cat is an asshole

she doesn’t look too assholey in this pic… but I assure you, she is (pic taken by yours truly)

shocker… it’s another ‘human thinks their cat an asshole yet still lets them get away with murder because they’re cute’ story.

my cat has approximately 152 of her own toys… yet, for whatever reason, she much prefers to swat at a cough drop on my nightstand while I’m fast asleep, until it hits the floor so she can play with it for the next however long she can until I finally get up to find the damn thing and stick it under my pillow.

and no matter how often I remind myself to make sure there’s nothing swattable from my nightstand before going to bed, inevitably there almost always is; from cough drops to hair clips to bookmarks to even a fucking candle.

yes.

sure as shit.

it happens once more.

because… my cat is an asshole.

but…

then,

after I’ve finally gotten up to feed her at the ungodly early morning hour of 5a (yes… she spoilt. yes… I did that.) then head back to bed, she heads back into bed with me after filling her tummy. cuddling up on my chest, purring satiated and content, as cats do.

and all is forgiven and forgotten, once more.

because, she may be an asshole… but at least she don’t snore.