Situations Vacant

After yesterday's post, I feel like I need something light-hearted to brighten this blog back up!  I do feel better after my rant though.  I promise I usually am a pretty positive person, but like anyone I am human I do have hissy fits now and again... HAHA!

Here's a cute picture that will make you smile.  It seems Freddie is looking for a job!!

I CAN HAS JOB??

I am Kitty

I took some pictures today of our cat, Freddie.  She's a shithead sometimes but mostly she's a good cat.  We rescued her from the SPCA last year and she's settled down well into our routine.  She's very affectionate and very very talkative.  I come home from work and say "Hello Kitty" and she says "Mrow".  It's pretty funny.  She's more like a dog than a cat I feel.  If Matt and I both leave the room she will always follow us to see what we're up to; she doesn't like being alone.  She loves Matt and will wait outside the bathroom while he's having a shower. Her favourite things are Dinner time, Breakfast time, lying in the sun, scratching her post and mousie (her knitted toy mouse).

Freddie

Yessss little mousie, just a little closer to my mouth... that's right....

Comfy spot...check, Sun... check.  No damn rabbit....check. All I need now is a mouse cocktail and a cabana-tom

Oooh!  Hottie at 12 o'clock!!

Zzzzzzzzzzzz.....

WTF, no one was supposed to see this picture! I wasn't ready!!

My Nemesis

This is my nemesis, Freddie.  

She's an asshole.  Every morning is journey to the center of the earth in her litter box - she just doesn't stop bloody digging until someone yells at her.  She's whiny.  She acts like her shit don't smell but it stinks and she never covers it properly.  Her breath smells like something from the depths of hell.  She looks like she's either plotting to kill me or rip my face off.  Case in point:

She stalks me.  She traps me into being nice to her but then turns arounds and bites me or scratches me.  Cats are bastards.  This little cartoon sums it up nicely.