Okay, after the beggar post you all should now know I have three domestic pets. You know of 1/3 pets, M. The second I present to you is a little more, neurotic, let's say. She is a black cat with blotches of white scattered along her body. She is a lean, mean, human annoying machine and her name is Lydia, but I enjoy calling her "psycho" because she is one.
This cat is insane. She sleeps for twenty hours a day on either my bed or C's bed and then whines at our doors or hunts invisible mice that run around my house for the other four hours. Honestly, I don't know what's worse; seeing Lydi dive under one of the oriental rugs and then bolt up the stairs or hear her meow over and over and over again. This cat's meow is the highest pitched meow I've ever heard. Honestly.
Sometimes Lydi will come to the door at twelve in the morning or some odd hour of the night and..."meeeeeoooooow." The worst part is I don't hear the end of it until I open my door and she bolts in like lightning. She's not only lean but very cat-thletic. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mind sharing a tine sliver of my bed with this small cat but apparently she does. When she comes into the door she IS the Queen of Sheba, or Kibblah (lol, dog joke). Not only does Lydia like to sleep in my bed, she likes to sleep in the middle of my bed, which isn't that big to begin with and she obviously does not realize I do not like to share my space that much. So normally, Lydi and I end up having a full out war. She scratches me, I threaten her, she scratches and swats again, I threaten again. I mean, I'm not gonna hit a cat but if I were a cat I'd take a few swats at Lydi...even though she'd probably kick my sorry cat-ass. So after she wins the war I normally leave my....I mean her room and go eat (the usual). It's the circle of life, what're you going to do?
Anyway, today I had to do the AP project that was due tonight, luckily I finished it in time, and then I had a packet that needed to be done...It's half way done, close enough. But, at about 3:30pm today I heard a high pitched, "meeeeeow" coming from C's door of the jack and jill bathroom, yes C and I share a bathroom, yum;) So, my first instinct was to ignore it. Whatever. Again, "meeeeeeow," this cat is insane if she thinks I'm letting her in my room...Ignore. And again, I kept hearing Lydi's meow. Normally, I would've given in at this point but no! I had stuff to do and a healthy, diet snack to eat!...Okay, a bag of chips and soda bottle, so what? By the eighth or ninth meow I could not take it though. This cat was persistent. So, getting up wearily I dragged myself to C's door and opened it a crack and there she was, the psycho.
It only took her one glance to know that I was giving in and she bolted into my room at full speed, charging straight for my bed. Leaping into it she ended up meowing more until I finally threw her out of my room and closed both doors for double protection. Sadly, she kept meowing until I chased her downstairs. I haven't seen her since and it is now 10:30pm. So, tell me who won that battle? .....Yeah, well, I put in a good fight, okay!
XOXO
Sarah
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