When you’re feeling like crap and trying to wake up, it is once again a stark reminder about the differences between dogs and cats.
Dogs will be your buddy and try to wake you up gently. Gidget this morning cuddled next to me, checking on me, making sure I’m alive and breathing and amongst the land of the living. Concerned. Caring.
Cats, however, are assholes. Case in point, Grimmy. He likes to lie on the bed, on my side of the bed, once I get up in the morning. Apparently, I wasn’t moving fast enough for him this morning.
Thus proving my point that cats are assholes. Not to say I don’t love my little assholes, all seven of them. But they’re still assholes.
And then there’s Sheldon.
At least he’s not an asshole, although the funky and chilly weather’s had him grumpy because his usual schedule has been disrupted slightly. He hasn’t had his outside time at all.
And thus I rest my case.