Cats suck.
May 16th, 2007 by Jason
Nothing more fun than stumbling through your front door (23 hours after having started your day on the other side of the globe) and seeing that the cats had a Myspace party while you were gone on vacation.
The fuckers shredded the comforter on Scott’s bed (and left it smelling like a kitty pee recycling facility), and upstairs they sly left some #2 bombs in our room and the loft. THANK GOD FOR THE SPOTBOT!
And as if that weren’t totally sure that we were clear about them being upset, they were complete dicks last night. Scott’s cat (”Kitty”) didn’t sleep in his room (very, very unusual) and Jerry (the cat I’ve had since Portland) was walking around meowing at the top of his lungs.
Oh, and something left 1/4 of a rabbit under the Jeep in our driveway. Lovely, just lovely. 
All that aside, it’s great to be home. Nothing beats your own bed, shower and kitchen. 
Well who did you have tending to the every need and desire of the Master Cats while you were away?
Cats…you gotta love em. Our cats have not done anything like that and if they did, I can’t even imagine what Jimmie would do to them once he caught them. Cat pee is a GREAT smell to try to get out…ugh. It’s gross…just lingers for years and years.