Caturday

http://www.buzzfeed.com/caturday/kittens-in-bowls

I'm putting this link in my blog because it's the best kitten video I've ever seen, and I want to always have it. I LOVE Japanese game shows!

As much as I love cats, I have to admit that I'm, once again, highly disappointed in the one cat who owns us, Beadie. I love her, no doubt, and I'm not going to throw her out the door to fend for herself, but she's such a brat. She cries and whines and pretty much just yells at me every time I walk in the door, which is the last thing I need when I'm walking in after a long day with armfuls of stuff and 2 kids who also immediately begin whining about what they want for dinner and what they want to watch on tv, and what are they going to get to do and on and on and on. When I finally get around to giving her some attention, she scrambles out of my arms, jumps back on the floor, and just sits there and yells at me some more. I give her food - she sniffs it, follows me back into the kitchen, and sits right next to me, yelling while I cook dinner. And it's not sweet meowing...it really is yelling. She may look like a tuxedo, but she's got the lungs of a siamese. She has this long, loud, mmmrrrrrrrooooooooowwwwwww, that she does over and over again. I know what she wants. She wants me to follow her to whatever couch or bed she wants to sleep on, and pet her and scratch her and pat her in the special spot right above her tail until she's had enough and is ready to sleep. Does she ever sit on my lap in return for these favors? Does she ever snuggle up next to me in the bed at night? No. I am nothing but a cat prostitute who lives every day in her little own private Caturday land. Why do I still love this selfish little thing? Because she does things like this sometimes:

And this:

And she's often very cute like this:

Sigh. I love Beadie. But she better start being nicer to me because one of these days, I'm going to get one of these:

And then she'll be sorry!