Love/Hate

Dude. I know. I KNOW. Another goddamned picture of my cat. And I have two cats, and Conan is almost always the one that I photograph (because Kail hates having his soul stolen* and will not sit still unless he's on HEAVY doses of Adderall). But look at him. LOOK AT HIM.

Are you looking?

He is the cutest animal EVER. I looooooove him so much. But then, when I take off my clothes, turn out the lights and close my eyes for sleep, the world turns upside-down and I hate him with the rage of one hundred thousand rage-aholics on PCP. He is my nemesis, my Room 101. The Bart Simpson to my Sideshow Bob. You know what I mean.

But when it's day time, and we're snuggling, and I don't need to be sleeping, he's a sweet, funny, fluffy purr-sack of love.

*It's his aborigine anscestors. I think Kail comes from the Aboriginal Mountain Cat Tribe of Australia. Whereas I have always believed Conan to be of pirate heritage. Yes, a swash-buckling bucaneer cat of the open seas. It's a well-known scientific fact that cats do not get sea sick.