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whiski_sourWe've had a lot of snow today. And if there's one thing Pete dislikes immensely, it's snow. You can't go out in snow and you can't go out when it's snowing. Period. These are the rules of the cat, I guess.
It snowed all day, but that didn't stop Pete from repeatedly checking the window to see if maybe, just maybe, the snow suddenly packed up and went to Canada. And no matter how much she mooched and loved on her bipeds, they wouldn't make it stop snowing and wouldn't make the snow go away. I don't think she really believes that we have no control over the weather.
Which led to this exchange between my dad and I this evening:
Dad: I can't wait until it quits snowing so she can go outside and leave me the hell alone.
Me: She's not bothering you. She's gracing you with her presence.
In an ideal world, we'd move to a warmer climate with no rain, snow, or wind just to please her.
Poor Pete.
It snowed all day, but that didn't stop Pete from repeatedly checking the window to see if maybe, just maybe, the snow suddenly packed up and went to Canada. And no matter how much she mooched and loved on her bipeds, they wouldn't make it stop snowing and wouldn't make the snow go away. I don't think she really believes that we have no control over the weather.
Which led to this exchange between my dad and I this evening:
Dad: I can't wait until it quits snowing so she can go outside and leave me the hell alone.
Me: She's not bothering you. She's gracing you with her presence.
In an ideal world, we'd move to a warmer climate with no rain, snow, or wind just to please her.
Poor Pete.
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