I took the liberty of changing some of the words to fit our situation, but I sing this to her somewhat regularly while she’s laying on my chest and purring. I think she likes it:
Violet is my best friend
through thick and thin
we’ll always be together
we’re two of a kind
hanging out all day
just lounging around
and cuddling away
best friends are we
i love you, kitty
This just happened:
Seriously though, gtfo, kitty. Mine. I haven’t eaten all day so I’m def not sharing.
I just had a one sided argument with my cat because I am a crazy person.
Me: *tries to cuddle cat and she isn’t having it*
Me: You know, you lounge about on your fat ass on my bed all day and get your fur all over the place and then when I want to cuddle you’re like no way bitch. That’s rude, kitty.
I always talk to her as if she’s going to respond. When I was a little girl, my grandmother told me that at midnight on Christmas animals could talk. I tried every year for like three years before I finally accepted it wasn’t true.
Now I have to go find Violet and beg for forgiveness.
I made this video for Freya, but it’s too cute not to share. Hopefully Tumblr doesn’t eat it again.
My cat puked on my bed. She watched me clean it up and get back into bed.
Then she jumped onto the floor, puked again, and watched me clean it up with a look of what appeared to be triumph.
So that’s how my night is going.