Sometimes, I love my cat. Like today. When poor Kaiya is sick again. (Wow. If you are a SAH family and your oldest has not yet gone to kindergarten and you are tempted to not believe everyone when they tell you that your sweet child will be sick the entire year... Take my word for it. Don't naively assume they only mean until October. It's March! And. She has been sick... The ENTIRE YEAR.)
Anyway. Back to the cat who I currently want to kill, and about how much I love her... When I don't want to drop-kick her. (I kid.. I kid... No violence ever occurs.. Well, no intentional violence, they have this wonderful knack for sneaking under our feet at the most inopportune times and chaos generally ensues...)
The reason I am prompted to express my love for this particular feline beast, whose name I can't quite remember but I think it's either 'Stormy' or 'Cloudy' (and before you judge, Kaiya names EVERYTHING about five times. I tend to give up after I learn the first couple of rounds.) is because as Kaiya lay on the couch all feverish and moaning like she was on her deathbed the precious cat came over. She looked terribly concerned and put her paw gently on Kaiya's face. I sweat it was like she was checking to see if the dear child she is somewhat fond of who lets her sleep with her from time to time had a fever. Then she went back to rubbing her butt in my face. The cat. Not Kaiya.
Sometimes, I love my cat.
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