You know that I love you. You know that I like to curl up in the chair with a cover and have you curl up with me. You are so warm and cuddly. However, there are times when I just can't help but hate you. Here are a few examples as to why we have this love/hate relationship...
Why must you try to sleep between your father and I when you know that you are just going to get kicked out of bed? You don't need covers. You don't even like covers so why steal them in the middle of the night?
The dogs are not new. They have been here for at least 6 years. So, why, bedtime (every night) do you always make one or both of them try to "get" you from the confines of their cage? It only forces you to run down the hall at break neck speed like you are running for your life. Did I mention that the dogs were in cages?
Need I remind you that you are 19 pounds? You could stand to use a few so please, please, please do not meow incessantly when the clock strikes 9:30p.m. on the dot. Trust me, you are not going to starve to death if you don't get food in your bowl until 9:35p.m.! Speaking of feeding time, what is up with the drinking of the water? Why, oh why can't you drink water from YOUR water bowl? It is new, fresh water. You watched me fill the bowl! Please refrain from meowing at me at 6A.M. because above mentioned dogs have not been let out yet just so you can drink from their water bowls. And especially please STOP licking the spout of the humidifier that just so happens to be right outside the bedroom door! Especially at 3a.m.!!! When the house is quiet it sounds like someone is trying to get in the kitchen window.
While there are many more items I could suggest, I thought we could start small and work or way up to bigger, better things.
Now, if you could please listen to these few
Your fairly annoyed, yet loving owner