We had a cat and my wife adored it. It was a kinda fun cat but when it would ruin furniture and stuff, I would get really ticked off. Early in the morning it it would scratch furniture for attention. It would want out. It died. My wife was devastated.
A couple of years later, we got another. We are visiting my sister and have to keep the cat in a bathroom because it claws at her furniture. We travel a lot and have to take it with us. I am pretty much fed up with it.
When this one is gone, and it will be a good while from now, I will never, never have another bothersome cat.
that bitch is sitting on my lap now, butting its head against my arm as I try to type this. It is purring like a damn I don't know what. Sounds like a diesel engine or something.
I will never, repeat never have another friggin cat.
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