I can talk to my cat. She’s in my lap right now, watch. See? I just asked her if her butt is grey and she looked at me like I’m an idiot.
She’s right, I’m an idiot. Interspecies communication achieved.
The cat is not wrong.
God, just dump this bitch. Any guy who has a strong bond with a cat, and enjoys hanging out with their cat isn’t the one who’s the problem.
If anything, she should be bonding with the cat too. This is why she’s not allowed on the couch.
I’m a guy that definitely bonds with my cat/s.
Our current baby was adopted from a shelter. And she certainly was most friendly with me. But, wouldn’t sit on laps.
Almost exactly a year into being with us, my GF sent me a Pic of our sweet lady sitting on my GF’s lap. I was jealous.
However, now, it’s almost exclusively my lap as the choice. Yay!
Uh
Meow
I know, right?
How can she cat!
how cat she!
Cat cat cat cat!
FOUR cats? That’s too many cats. The order of progression goes:
0 cats - you need a cat in your life.
1 cat - your cat needs a cat buddy.
2 cats - this is the optimal number of cats.
3 cats - Yeah, a bit crowded. You can make it work though. Like if one of your cats is really old, and the other cat is a kitten. That’s like a backup cat. Otherwise, you’re approaching too many cats.
4 cats - that’s too many cats.
5 cats - please stop collecting cats.
6 cats - PLEASE stop collecting cats!!!
7 cats - KNOCK IT OFF ASSHOLE!!!
8 cats - now you’re just a crazy cat lady.
I have 1 cat. She does not get along with other cats, so I have 1 cat. She’s about to climb into my lap again. There. Nice and difficult to type now, just the way she likes it.
