So, I’m living with my married sister right now (this is soon to change, no one panic) and we have two cats (only one is mine, everyone hold off on the panic again, I’m not the weird older sister with cats….at least not yet). One is a baby and the other more mature in her years and yet they fight like crazy. Last night, as I’m attempting sleep for a big meeting this morning, they decide it’s not bed time. In fact, they decide it’s time to practice their best wrestle mania moves…on my god forsaken bed. However, I was snug, cozy, comfortable and tired and could NOT muster up the strength to throw them out and shut my door. I kept thinking, this has to stop soon, they’ll get tired, I don’t have to move, but alas, they kept coming back, and continued to act psychotic. Thus, by the time I FINALLY ended their antics, I was tired, frustrated, pissed and anxiety ridden about how early I had to arise. I thought to myself, why didn’t I just nip that situation in the bud when I knew it was time?
Now, how do my ill behaved cats relate to our relationships? Simple. (more…)