Happyness stuff right here. Feeling bad, read this stuff. Drop whatever you are doing and read.
So you know how students are complaining about school? I bet the teachers complain about it too. Complaining about how the kids are not doing this, not doing that, blah blah blah. I bet they make little plays about their day. They possibly hope to make it into a movie. I bet the sit at their computer at home, typing down everything that they have seen. They show their spouse and maybe kids what happened and they laugh. I bet they dream about us too.
Lets go to happy memories shall we? Okay. Ummmmmmm let me think. Oh oh oh. So I was about, eh let's say, 10. About that age. So I had two cats and one dog. So I was sitting on the couch watching TV when I heard a hiss and a whimper. I looked around and saw that Roanin (our dog at the time) had a bloody nose. One of our cats had a satisfied look on his face. Now that's strange. Then I realised that our cat scratched Roanin's nose because Roanin was being mean. So I told my mom what happened and we both laughed. My mom cleaned up his nose with the help from my brother. After Roanin was all cleaned up, my mom called my dad. She told him that her cat gave his dog a bloody nose. Now think about that. A innocent cat gave a dog that is 10 times the size of him, a bloody nose. Maybe even 13 times the size. We didn't let Roanin forget about that.
After a few years when I was 13, another thing funny happened to Roanin. My mom gave him a treat, okay. So him being smart, he got it stuck behind his tongue. He started to freak out. Like, he was running all around the house. So my mom helped him. She got it unstuck and he licked her. He was so happy that my mom "saved his life" that he stayed by her side. He was almost literally stuck to her hip. He didn't leave her side until a week later. (Note: I was trying my best not to laugh out loud. I had to stop a couple times because the memory was too funny!)
This is kinda mean but eh. So early last year, I was laying on my bed. My cat, Tobie, was laying next to me. I was bored so I rolled towards my cat. He rolled away from me. I guess he misjudged how much bed he was taking up because he fell off my bed. Now, I should've jumped to grab him but, I laughed. I laughed really hard. The look he had when he fell off my bed was priceless. He gave me the worst glare ever. I told him I was sorry, but I was laughing to hard to make it sincere. So now everytime he is on my bed, I pretend to push him to see him freak out. Yep I'm nice to my cat.
Oh speaking of cats, I got a new kitten. He is.....special. He runs around, goes into the garage, gets stuck, acts like a spazz attack. He is the best cat ever though. But when you pick him up, he wants to be on your shoulder. We had a cat that loved to be carried like a baby. But this cat climbs up onto your shoulder. He acts like a parrot. He gets onto your shoulder and just lays down. I've gotten many, many scratches from him climbing onto my shoulder. I even have 3 scars from him! Anyways, he loves faces. When you are laying down, he bites your chin. He bites your nose. He bites anything he could reach. He almost put a hole in my nose. But then he licks your face, so then it's okay. He wakes people up too. The way he wakes me up is by jumping on my head, biting my head, scratching my head. He attacks my head just to wake me up. Then he lays down on my feet. Then gets up and attacks my head again. When I pick up my head, he lays down on my pillow. Really? You just woke me up to lay down on my pillow? Seriously cat?
My other cat wakes me up by meowing in my face and dropping stuff on my head. He only does it if I don't wake up from him hitting his head against my arm, face, legs, and back.
I had this cat. His name was Tiger. He was the best cat that my mom could ever ask for. He was actually a really good cat. Except for the fact that he climbed up the Christmas tree. Every time we put it up during the Christmas time, he was in it. He would actually climb in, lay down, and fall asleep. It was crazy. And I remember one time, there was a spider on the ground. I think it was a black widow. But anyways, he stepped on it. He stepped on it. Like, there was no yelp, no hiss, no nothing. Just walked onto it and walked away. I'm glad to say that the spider was in no pain during his last moments. He was my hero at that time. Another funny thing that Tiger did was that he went outside and got a mouse. He tried to bring it in but my mom yelled at him to put it back outside. Now, people say that cats don't listen to us. Tiger put the mouse back outside. But before he did that, he gave my mom a dirty look. It was like he was saying, ' um excuse me but this is a present'. Not many cats do that.
When we got Tiger and his brother (Tobie), my dad had both of them in his backpack. It was a suprise to my mom. So when he got older, we noticed he liked being in boxes, backpacks, anything that he could fit into. It was funny seeing him looking up at you purring while in a box.
So you know how students are complaining about school? I bet the teachers complain about it too. Complaining about how the kids are not doing this, not doing that, blah blah blah. I bet they make little plays about their day. They possibly hope to make it into a movie. I bet the sit at their computer at home, typing down everything that they have seen. They show their spouse and maybe kids what happened and they laugh. I bet they dream about us too.
Lets go to happy memories shall we? Okay. Ummmmmmm let me think. Oh oh oh. So I was about, eh let's say, 10. About that age. So I had two cats and one dog. So I was sitting on the couch watching TV when I heard a hiss and a whimper. I looked around and saw that Roanin (our dog at the time) had a bloody nose. One of our cats had a satisfied look on his face. Now that's strange. Then I realised that our cat scratched Roanin's nose because Roanin was being mean. So I told my mom what happened and we both laughed. My mom cleaned up his nose with the help from my brother. After Roanin was all cleaned up, my mom called my dad. She told him that her cat gave his dog a bloody nose. Now think about that. A innocent cat gave a dog that is 10 times the size of him, a bloody nose. Maybe even 13 times the size. We didn't let Roanin forget about that.
After a few years when I was 13, another thing funny happened to Roanin. My mom gave him a treat, okay. So him being smart, he got it stuck behind his tongue. He started to freak out. Like, he was running all around the house. So my mom helped him. She got it unstuck and he licked her. He was so happy that my mom "saved his life" that he stayed by her side. He was almost literally stuck to her hip. He didn't leave her side until a week later. (Note: I was trying my best not to laugh out loud. I had to stop a couple times because the memory was too funny!)
This is kinda mean but eh. So early last year, I was laying on my bed. My cat, Tobie, was laying next to me. I was bored so I rolled towards my cat. He rolled away from me. I guess he misjudged how much bed he was taking up because he fell off my bed. Now, I should've jumped to grab him but, I laughed. I laughed really hard. The look he had when he fell off my bed was priceless. He gave me the worst glare ever. I told him I was sorry, but I was laughing to hard to make it sincere. So now everytime he is on my bed, I pretend to push him to see him freak out. Yep I'm nice to my cat.
Oh speaking of cats, I got a new kitten. He is.....special. He runs around, goes into the garage, gets stuck, acts like a spazz attack. He is the best cat ever though. But when you pick him up, he wants to be on your shoulder. We had a cat that loved to be carried like a baby. But this cat climbs up onto your shoulder. He acts like a parrot. He gets onto your shoulder and just lays down. I've gotten many, many scratches from him climbing onto my shoulder. I even have 3 scars from him! Anyways, he loves faces. When you are laying down, he bites your chin. He bites your nose. He bites anything he could reach. He almost put a hole in my nose. But then he licks your face, so then it's okay. He wakes people up too. The way he wakes me up is by jumping on my head, biting my head, scratching my head. He attacks my head just to wake me up. Then he lays down on my feet. Then gets up and attacks my head again. When I pick up my head, he lays down on my pillow. Really? You just woke me up to lay down on my pillow? Seriously cat?
My other cat wakes me up by meowing in my face and dropping stuff on my head. He only does it if I don't wake up from him hitting his head against my arm, face, legs, and back.
I had this cat. His name was Tiger. He was the best cat that my mom could ever ask for. He was actually a really good cat. Except for the fact that he climbed up the Christmas tree. Every time we put it up during the Christmas time, he was in it. He would actually climb in, lay down, and fall asleep. It was crazy. And I remember one time, there was a spider on the ground. I think it was a black widow. But anyways, he stepped on it. He stepped on it. Like, there was no yelp, no hiss, no nothing. Just walked onto it and walked away. I'm glad to say that the spider was in no pain during his last moments. He was my hero at that time. Another funny thing that Tiger did was that he went outside and got a mouse. He tried to bring it in but my mom yelled at him to put it back outside. Now, people say that cats don't listen to us. Tiger put the mouse back outside. But before he did that, he gave my mom a dirty look. It was like he was saying, ' um excuse me but this is a present'. Not many cats do that.
When we got Tiger and his brother (Tobie), my dad had both of them in his backpack. It was a suprise to my mom. So when he got older, we noticed he liked being in boxes, backpacks, anything that he could fit into. It was funny seeing him looking up at you purring while in a box.
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