So I bite her.
But one time she gave me the ultimate "f*** you". Seriously.
Since the cats had to live in my room until they were friends with the dog, I kept a litter box by the window. It stunk. I was a busy high schooler, and I'll admit that sometimes I forgot to clean it out for a couple of days. As a punishment, the cats would pee on things. I hated it. Don't worry, I thoroughly cleaned everything.
One night, I had a dream that I was dipping my leg in a cold lake. But sometimes our dreams are not merely dreams. I awoke to find Sookie straddling my leg. Which was wet. Because she f***ing peed on it. I cursed her, moved my leg to a less damp spot, and fell back asleep.
I figured I had forgotten to clean their litter box. When I woke up for school, I looked over to see Sookie peeing in the litter box. Which meant she obviously had nothing against the litter box. Just me. Although I have no idea why.
And that is the ultimate f*** you. Well f*** you too, Sookie.
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