sunshine0221's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Get Off the Counter You Spawn of Satan! Get Off the Counter You Spawn of Satan! I read in someone's journal, which I would refer back to - if I remembered who it was - but I don't - anyway they referenced this article which is a serious religious treatise on how cats are evil, should not owned by true Christians, and answer only to their true master - SATAN!! I did have fun with this after reading the article. I have spent the past few weeks telling my cats to, "Get off the counter you spawn of SATAN!", and �Quit unrolling the bubble wrap or I will send you back to the HELL you came from.�, etc etc. But basically I just had a good chuckle about it. Until this morning - Sunday morning, when Teeny , being the perky morning kitty he is, decided to try and wake me up at 7 am. And unlike a normal cat, he pretty much ignored the sprays from the water bottle I keep right next to my bed for just this kind of situation. With my other cats, one good spray in the face scares them straight for at least 5 or 6 hours. WIth Teeny. it�s 5 or 6 seconds. And then he�s back, and it�s early on Sunday, the only day this week I get to sleep in. And it�s not just jumping on my face or something, the little dude has claws and teeth, and he thinks my feet are mice. So I spent the next hour and a half yelling, �OW! NO TEENY!!!�, spraying him with water, lying back down, closing my eyes for 5 seconds until he either stuck his nose in my eyeball or re-attacked my feet. I pride myself on being able to sleep through anything. Towards the end when Sunshine was having seizures almost every night, I would hold him, and go back to sleep until it was over and he needed comforting. I can sleep on airplanes. But I cannot sleep through having my feet and ankles shredded by a midget cat. So I might have been premature in mocking the cats are evil article - I�m thinking that only something that originates in the depths of HADES could have such a persistent, unholy desire to wake me up early on a Sunday morning. And maybe I just need to fill the spray bottle with holy water. 9:24 a.m. - February 07, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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