I don&#039t know what&#039s up with Kitty in the morning when Ian&#039s not around, but goddamn she can get annoying. First off, on the rare day that I have the whole bed to myself and can sleep in forever spread out with all the blankets and pillows at my dispense, she&#039ll wake me up just before dawn, then again at dawn, and again a few more times just for good measure. Oh wait, she does that even when Ian&#039s around. Never mind then, moving on.

I think the most annoying thing has to be the constant meowing and leading me to random spots all over the apartment. I&#039ll be sitting at the computer checking my comics and she&#039ll walk up behind me and just start yowling for me to follow her. So far today she&#039s led me into the kitchen twice, her room once, the bathroom twice, and the living room once. I keep hoping that what she wants is just someone to watch her eat food for a minute or to see her jump on the couch so I can go back to what I&#039m doing, but no. She wants the kitchen window open. &#034No, Kitty, it&#039s fucking hot outside and we pay enough on our electric bill. No.&#034 She wants mooshy food. &#034No, Kitty, Daddy filled up your bowl last night with a whole lot of yummy dry food. Eat that first.&#034 She wants the living room window open. &#034No, Kitty, for the hundreth time, I&#039m not opening the goddamned windows.&#034 She wants outside. &#034Fuck no. You&#039re staying inside. You&#039re a housecat. The sooner you get that through your thick skull to your little insane Kitty brain, the happier you&#039ll be.&#034

For every time I actually get up and follow her around, there will be three times that she&#039ll come up behind me meowing pitiously and I&#039ll either try to ignore her or admonish her for being such a loud nutball who won&#039t leave me alone for four minutes at a stretch.

Generally, after about a half hour of this, she&#039ll eventually give up and go sit either in the window of her room or on the dresser looking out the window here. I even made her a tent this morning hoping that she&#039d just crawl up under the blankets and shut up, but to no avail. I&#039m a little leary of getting up from the computer right now because I know that this means she&#039ll notice I&#039m moving and will start the haranguing all over again. Insane animal. Does she do this to Ian? No. Does this mean she loves me more than him or hates me more than him? I can&#039t tell. All I know is that there&#039s no such thing as a quiet morning around here thanks to Miss I-want-something-now-and-I&#039m-gonna-do-everything-in-my-Kitty-powers-to-make-you-get-it-for-me. I guess one thing I can be grateful for is that there&#039s only one of her. I can&#039t imagine having say, five little Kiddies er, Kitties running around driving me nuts like this all day. And people wonder why I don&#039t want kids right now.