Why is it that when I don't want the cats all up in my face....they're all up in my face? But when I'm lonely and could use a little company? The little hairballs are nowhere to be found.
Case in point: when more than half my bed is being taken up by Robert already, Cosmo, the 14-pound slab of hairy, striped dead weight, must insinuate himself between us every night, pushing me over to the very edge of the mattress. However, when Robert is gone overnight and there's actually room and I wouldn't mind having Cosmo around he is gone with the wind.
Maybe it's a just an evil cat thing. Are dogs like this?
Posted by Mary at September 18, 2006 10:25 PM
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No, dogs aren't like that at all! This is why I'm a dog person -- they'd go to the ends of the earth for you. I can remember sobbing out my first (second trimester) miscarriage with my schnauzer Teddy. Dogs know when you're sad, and they come around to you.
Here's a hug for one of my favorite cat persons (can't forget Tenille!).
Posted by: Gretchen at September 21, 2006 08:49 AM