Is there anything in the world that can make a human feel more unproductive than having a fat, lazy, furry cat sleeping in the same room they are trying to work in?
I mean, it's kinda hard to find yourself motivated to kick it into high gear when you find yourself staring at a loudly purring, snoozing pile of fluff that has never worked a day in her life for food or shelter or water(but rather, has made YOU work for those things AND clean up her poops), thinking to yourself that you might actually be jealous of the jobless bum, wondering what it would be like if YOU had the option to just lay around all day.
Today I'm taking a cue from the rotund lollygagger.
Naps and blankies and no work for me.
Oh who am I kidding. Piles of laundry, a sink full of dishes and the remainder of a Valentine project are calling my name. I suppose I'll be a grown up and go do them.
But that doesn't mean that I won't be shooting the hairy butterball a few jealous and dirty looks.
Hey, it's not like she'll know I'm doing it anyway.
Unless, of course, she cracks one eye open and gives me that condescending look that cats sometimes give their owners, which I interpret to mean, "Stupid human. I know what you're thinking. Guess what? I'm working on an extra special poop, just for you, right now. I might even leave half of it outside the litter box as an extra special treat. Now fetch me some tuna..."
Yep. Laundry, dishes, project and tuna. Callin' my name.