Reading Squirelly Girly today, I see I unleashed the entity know as Evil Margarita (shudder) over a blog I posted about a day or so ago called Nine Pound Dictator. Now, I agree with everything that SG says about this type of blog, which is why I barely made it past the blog's description before the pretentiousness almost choked me. But it got me thinking about who the Dictators in my life where. The biggest, weighing in at 5 pounds, is the most demanding, self-centred, and smug of them all - Yuko. She prances around like she owns the place (which in a way I guess she does, as Mushu pretty much just conceded that fight to her). She demands tuna daily (daily, I tell you)! Expects Mark and I to clean out her litter box (bitch!) and will only cuddle with you on her terms (hmmm, soft). Now I know what you are thinking, drop the hairy little rat and get a gerbil. Gerbils are easily overpowered and made to sit with you on the couch for more than 5 minutes when you want to watch Veronica Mars. We thought about that, but would you believe the Humane Society won't take her back (actually they probably would, be she refuses to leave the house - dilemma). So I guess we are stuck with having toys played with on the bed at 5am, and a endless stream of yapping at night when we are just about to fall asleep, and my favorite, the constant scratching at drawers, doors or other ojects that are generally closed for a purpuse and not just to keep her highness out.I am told with therapy I can learn to live with being owned by my cat.
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I too am ruled by my pet. I agonoize when I think she is in a bad mood, feel sorry for her when she is sad, and go out of my way to walk around her when she is sleeping in the middle of the floor. But isn't it all worth it for the times when they curl up beside you and sigh contentedly?
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