I've always had cats all my life, so I've gotten pretty used to thinking they're part of the family. And as a part of the family they must be treated like the rest of the family.
She's 5 years old
and thinks I'm crazy.You see I like to talk to her and a lot of the time it's in a weird voice
"Who's a little cutie?? You're such a cutie. You are! You are!"
Yeah so that's one of the reasons I think, she thinks I'm crazy. Like, she doesn't understand English anyway so why do I bother putting it in a weird voice, talking nonsense, when even the most Englishists of people still wouldn't understand me!
I like to ask her opinion on things like "Is my hair alright? Are you sure... I could tie it up higher then wrap it in a messy bun? Yes? No? Would my earrings go with that?"
Yes, I actually said that.
All she does is stare back at me with those big green eyes, wondering why on earth am I yapping away to her. Cause she's fully aware she's not human!
Then lastly, when I've once again logged on to blogger for the seventh time that Day, I run out to her, jumping up and down, screaming "I have a new follower!!!! Give me a Max (it is no longer called a high five after watching wizards of waverly place. Those who have seen that episode will understand, those haven't... join Daisy)
Instead of being the friendly companion she's supposed to be. Instead of rushing to my side in my time of need. Instead of giving me a Max!
She stands up takes one last look at me then turns and walks away from my outstretched hand.
All the same I still love and adore her.
But I need an animal that will understand me.
I need a dog.
Unfortunately, my Dad is against getting a dog.
I can hear them cry, "Buy me. BUY ME"!