Being a cat person means that, even when my cat goes out of his way to upchuck on the one patch of floor covered by my chenille rug, or chews my rental apartment’s blinds to shreds, or destroys my hanging shelves in an attempt to scale them to the overhead storage area, even then, I love the little bastard. I am powerless against his little eunuch-pitched mewling and innocent face. I cannot remain angry for more than a few seconds.
Sigh. If anyone needs me, I’ll be at Target replacing…everything.
I am in the same boat. No rugs on my floor because she insist on marking them all even though she is fixed. Fur all over my curtains and everything else including my clothes. Alas, she is here to stay.