Rotten Kitties
I love my cats, but there are just some times that I want to tell them to go buy some funeral insurance. Like when I’m working on cleaning up my apartment and they (by they, of course, I mean Lucy) decide to climb in the newly filled trashcan, and knock it over. Excuse me? I just put all the stuff in there, and not so that you could take it right back out!! Or just when you get sound asleep and they (by they, of course, I mean Pudge) decide that your head is the best spot for them to lay down and get comfy. These cats are beyond spoiled and rotten.
