Day 60

Pets are gross. Let's just start there. Small furry creatures who lick themselves and make us clean up their waste. They throw up and shed and eat things they shouldn't. Sure they are fuzzy and lovey and blah blah. Tonight my asshole cat used the gross to get to the cozy. We have a comfy blanket on the couch that Sid likes more than she ever liked me. But I don't always like to share because then she gets fur on it and it gets gross and becomes a cat blanket. It's been a bit of a tug of war lately given the cold temps and snuggly winter days. She will curl up in my blanket in the seconds that I leave my seat to get a glass of water only to get pissy with me when I toss her off so I can bundle myself up. Tonight I pushed her off my lap a few times because I just wanted some space, hitch cats obviously don't understand. She walked away and acted cool and aloof like cats do to show they don't care about us. Then that nasty creature came flying into the living room, onto the couch, and started burrowing and kneading the blanket like she was ready to settle in. Then she started doing that weird mouth open sniffing thing like something smelled weird. You know what smelled weird? The blanket. Know what it smelled like? Essence of cat piss. It didn't feel wet and she's never been an out of the box pee-er but that bitch got her nasty pee scent on my blanket which I threw at her in a huff. It's too late to start laundry so obviously I should just burn the blanket. And the cat. She looks cozy until then. Fuckin' pets are gross.