Why haven't I sat in the chair, you ask? Or maybe you didn't. But, here's why:
The sacrifices one makes.
There's also the little issue of the BATTLE FOR THE CHAIR!
Holy schmokes do these cats fight over this thing. The winner is decided by whichever one lies on his/her back first. New Cat outweighs Mystic by three pounds. That's like, a lot, in the cat-to-people ratio. So, if he gets the chair, it's all over: There's no way she can push him off. When that happens, I'm evil, and just move him. Yeah, I've obviously got a favorite. You see, New Cat is really affectionate but has really bad breath. And Mystic? Well, she's just not that into me. Which would you pick?
2 comments:
Wait. Seriously? You have a cat named New Cat? That beats The Bucket. Or at least ties. I once had a dog named "Pups".
Hey! His name is "Magic"... his nickname is New Cat, as opposed to Mystic, the one who lived there first.
Besides, I love Bucket. I think that's a cute name. Especially with one "T" and two balls: http://thewoodenporch.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-to-vet.html
You're seriously so funny!
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