Cats are magnificent creatures. They’ve adapted to the world in a most fascinating way. They are adorable creatures who spark our loving nature and cause us to take them, cuddling all the way, back to our homes. There, we feed them, let them sleep wherever they wish, and even clean up their waste by hand. And what do they do to thank us for our generosity? They ignore us, snub us, occasionally scratch or bite us, and if we’re really really lucky, when we’re doing something important, they’ll come up and sit on us.
There’s something wrong with this picture.
I wrote this drabble back when I was still working on the 100 Drabble Challenge. The reason I’m posting it here today is because of a present one of my cats left me this morning: a large pile of vomit – not a hairball, mind you, but vomit – right on the living-room rug. This rug, mind you, is an 8’x5′ area rug and is the only 40 square feet of flooring in our three story home that isn’t bare hardwood or laminate. In other words, they choose (and believe me, this has happened more than once) to expel their sickness on the one small spot of flooring in the house that cannot be simply wiped up with a soapy cloth.
Some of it was also on the pillow that we leave on the living room floor for the baby to lay on while she watches her Sesame Street videos. Insult to injury, anyone?
It’s surprises like this one that make me wonder why I ever liked cats in the first place and what insanity leads me to keep them around when all they really do is terrorize my home and expect me to clean up their excrement. Damn you, you little fuzzy balls of evil. Damn your cute little asses right to hell.