Last night I snuggled with my cat, and she didn't scratch me or bite me (well... not very hard) or track poo on the carpet!!
It was everything I ever dreamed owning a cat would be, and it's only taken a year to get to this point. I lurve her.
Also, when Nora really gets purring, she starts doing some sort of snortily-snog noises that half make me sick, half make me want to chew her little ears off.
But not really.
I wouldn't actually eat that cat, because she smells like a litter box and licks her butt hole.
And yesterday, when I stuck my tongue out at Jonathan, he poked it. With his FINGER... that had been PETTING THE ANUS LICKING POO COVERED CAT!
It was gross and I spent 20 minutes brushing my teeth and raving about getting worms.
And sometimes when she coughs up hairballs she sounds like a human baby involved in some sort of hideous exorcism.
On second thought, scratch the "I'm feeling better about owning a cat" idea... cat's are fucking gross.
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