Trouble in Paradise

I love Oscar. I really do. But sometimes he drives me freaking bananas.

This morning, Oscar was going about his daily morning routine of following me around, getting under my feet, meowing obnoxiously, etc. He does this in the mornings because my morning routine has me feeding him after my shower and after I've gotten makeuped and dressed. So he has to be awake and not eating for about 35 minutes in the morning. Which, apparently, is UNBEARABLE. This morning I decided I would commit to closing the bedroom door on him while I put on makeup/got dressed/blow dried my hair. He scratched the outside of the door like crazy. I decided to let him in. He meowed and scratched the inside of the door like crazy. I let him out. Repeat. You get the idea. I freaked my shit out at this point. I yelled at him.

"What do you want, Oscar?!?! IN OR OUT?!"

Billy sat up in bed and looked at me. He was very confused. Why would I be asking a cat this question? Then, without a word, Billy rolled over and went back to sleep, but the meaning of his look stuck with me. Why was I asking the cat this question? He was trying to get me to feed him. But he was inconveniencing me!

This must be what it's like to have children. Annoying. But you still love them, somehow.

Every relationship has ups and downs. But you know what? You know you're really in love when you have a cat blog.

P.S. Billy found a sweet site for clipart and is going crazy adding it all over the place. Link at the bottom of the page.