My cats can do no wrong

I joke all the time about one day becoming the crazy cat lady. Sure, it’s a funny visual, but the the fact of the matter is I am terribly and hopelessly in love with my cats. They are my children in every sense of the word and they bring me an unusual amount of happiness…and stress.

My cats are not well behaved at all. In fact they make my life so incredibly difficult. I’m constantly cleaning up after them, trying to break them of bad habits (like jumping on the counter) and they love to claw everything they aren’t supposed to. I’ve also raised two momma’s boys. They jump in my lap every time I sit down. They both sleep on me often making me very uncomfortable and when they feel they aren’t getting enough attention they meow at me all the time.

I always wish I could get into their heads. I wish I understood why they’ve bonded with me much more than they ever have Steve. It’s almost unfair that they love me so much considering the fact that Steve is the reason we have them in the first place. They make our unusual little family feel complete and as much as I bitch about how much of a pain they are I can’t imagine life without them.

Despite all their mischief, it’s impossible to not forgive them. Every time they jump on my lap top, accidentally scratch me, or break something all it takes is for them to curl up in a cute little ball, or bat those adorable eyes at me and all is well again. They have me trained better than I could ever train them hence why my cats can do no wrong.