It’s commonly known, that I’m crazy about cats. I’ve always been and I love my little monsters with all my heart, but there are those moments in life, when I just want to throw them against a wall or give them to the nearest cat shelter.
Luna recently hit puberty, which means she decides to ignore every rule ever made. And when she gets caught she’ll glare at you almost bored before she moves her little butt out of the kitchen in the slowest pace possible. She’ll knock over the trash and walk first in the wet shower and then into the litterbox. The cat litter will haunt you at night in your bed, when she once again used your blanket to clean her paws.
Amy on the other hand is still our stubborn little monster. Every couple of weeks she’ll pee on s.th. You’ll never know when or where she’ll strike again. It might happen, when there’s too much going on and she just wants to cuddle. Or it’s just so comfy or intesting at the moment and the cat litter is so “far” away… Anyway – after such an incident we’ll put her in the cat litter and that’s actually it. I’ll swallow my anger and wash the blanket, want her to go to hell for 2 min, until I look in her pretty, innocent face and start to melt.
To all the little trouble makers out there – thank your genes, that made you so irresistable!