Leah Barr

So it’s a new year. 2010 has dawned and I feel like I should commemorate the occasion but it really doesn’t feel any different than 2009 yet so instead I’m just going to ramble about the cats.

Our older kitty, Maggie, is sitting on the back of the loveseat watching me type and making sure I’m not typing anything inappropriate or too revealing about her, I’m sure. I love how cats are so intense. It’s like they’ve decided that the world is not running correctly and they have to step up and micromanage and pick that up while you’re at it and go get those tuna treats you try to hide in the pantry. Don’t make me start meowing. The point is that I’ve never owned a dog as completely OCD as the cats I’ve owned. Maggie has an issue with things being open when she feels they shouldn’t be. Miranda (the little kitty we have) doesn’t like it when things are left out. She has been known to drag me out of bed to show me that Matt left his wallet on the couch instead of putting it in the key holder as per usual. Miranda is also under the impression that when she wants to snuggle it is snuggle time, no matter what actual time is it. There has been a bit of a disagreement over this at three am. I have armed myself with a spray bottle next to the bed because after five or six failed attempts to put her at the foot of the bed I feel that it is time for some stronger deterrent. Anyway, world domination attempts aside, cats are fun to have around.