Tacos for dinner and Bing’s shark oven mitt were the highlights of the day.
Jesse is out with a college friend, Ichabod forgot I am the Source of All Pets (after 10 minutes of petting I am now in the IGNORE ZONE) and i’m pooped.
Hes a weird cat. Sometimes I think he loves me the most, and other times I think he believes im just some kind of tool that pets and feeds him. Going by textbook cat definitions he loves me as much as a cat can – cuddles me when Im sad, falls asleep with his head in my hand, gives me nose-kisses and licks, runs around me like a puppy when I get home – but the other 80% of the time he ignores my existence almost entirely. I know I shouldnt let it bother me, but I would really like approval from my cat. Hes a pretty awesome dude and it would make me feel pretty ok about myself.
Ack. tired ramblings.
Day: B (shark oven mitt. srsly.)