Writer's Block: Raining cats or dogs?
Mar. 6th, 2010 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Cats. Cats are mean, evil, cruel little creatures who expect you to be honored to scoop out their litter boxes. They bite, they scratch, they climb on you with little regard for your personal pain tolerance levels.
And yet when one of these sneaky little hellions decides they love you (and only you), you feel like the special little snowflake you're pretty sure you are.
Also? Despite the cat slicing my wrist, slashing my throat, and causing us both to shriek when she sliced into my face (all accidents), she never once went psycho and scratched my back to the point that my horrified mother had to douse my back in peroxide that bubbled up over every freakin' scratch.
The neighbors' dog did when I was... I don't know. Under ten. It was fantastically painful and scared the crap out of me. Yet my brother is the one who had the fear of dogs. (To be fair, one did bite him in the face.)
I like dogs. I would never hold dog-love against someone. But I don't really get the proper way to pet them or rub their bellies. You'd think five years with a dog or two would have fixed this, but our oldest dog still gives me this "you are so useless to me" look whenever she realizes I'm the only person around for tummy rubs.
Cats I get.
Cats. Cats are mean, evil, cruel little creatures who expect you to be honored to scoop out their litter boxes. They bite, they scratch, they climb on you with little regard for your personal pain tolerance levels.
And yet when one of these sneaky little hellions decides they love you (and only you), you feel like the special little snowflake you're pretty sure you are.
Also? Despite the cat slicing my wrist, slashing my throat, and causing us both to shriek when she sliced into my face (all accidents), she never once went psycho and scratched my back to the point that my horrified mother had to douse my back in peroxide that bubbled up over every freakin' scratch.
The neighbors' dog did when I was... I don't know. Under ten. It was fantastically painful and scared the crap out of me. Yet my brother is the one who had the fear of dogs. (To be fair, one did bite him in the face.)
I like dogs. I would never hold dog-love against someone. But I don't really get the proper way to pet them or rub their bellies. You'd think five years with a dog or two would have fixed this, but our oldest dog still gives me this "you are so useless to me" look whenever she realizes I'm the only person around for tummy rubs.
Cats I get.
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Date: 2010-03-06 03:12 pm (UTC)I love the fact I am my little Pickle's slave.
She bites me like im a piece of pray, I love it!
She never has scratched me, olny tiny scratches when she is padding me.
Not a fan of dogs. They un-nerve me.
I got bit by one once, so I bit the fucker back. Hahhaha!
Yeah Im insane. xx