Saturday, December 12, 2009
Why Cats Suck 2
Last night, my daughter was a little sick, so we let her sleep on the floor beside our bed.
Somewhere deep in the night, my wife woke up because she'd heard a commotion. My daughter was running around our room, chasing the cat, trying to grab it.
"What are you doing?" my wife said.
"I'm trying to get the cat," said my daughter, "It keeps scratching me."
Apparently the cat is at it again. Exacting its revenge on my daughter for the harassment (or love, depending on whose point of view you look from) that she gives it.
What a nasty beast. It waits until deep in the night, when she's sleeping and defenseless, then tears her out of that state with stabbing pain.
I wish we'd gotten a dog. If we had a dog, it would wait until deep in the night, and then nuzzle in next to her to sleep with her. Oh well.