This is Baby in a corner. I know its blurry and she's like a silent snowbunny that blends in with the terrible carpet in my prison-cell of a house. But this is what I came upon after putting food in each bowl for my two cats. One is a fat three-legged little ball of awesome named Symba, and the other is an elderly, aching, sad little snowbunny named Baby. He eats her food like a brat. I try to block him usually when I feed them but I'm sick and wanted to lay down. But I forgot my tea so I got back up and saw this.
Just sitting there in the corner of the prison living room sadly and silently, inwardly crying because she was hungry and her little shit of a brother who is now sitting three inches from my face staring at me intensely as I type this its like he knows I'm talking about him... ate all his food and all her food. I wonder how she felt to be hungry and have someone eat her food in front of her and why she didn't just bitch slap him and say I'm sorry Mr. President, I don't dance!
This little situation reminds me of a friend who lets our bossy friend piss her off and never does anything about it. If I could figure out how to do photoshop I would add a dark rainy night and some sort of romantic farewell to this picture. I picture Baby on a platform of a train station while the train carrying her true love slowly pulls away. Or Baby as Jack in Titanic... Rose! Roooose! Something about poor little Baby girl here is so tragic. She's such a baby.
I gave Baby more food and locked Symba in the bedroom. Because Nobody. Puts. Baby. in the Corner.
That is all.
Just sitting there in the corner of the prison living room sadly and silently, inwardly crying because she was hungry and her little shit of a brother who is now sitting three inches from my face staring at me intensely as I type this its like he knows I'm talking about him... ate all his food and all her food. I wonder how she felt to be hungry and have someone eat her food in front of her and why she didn't just bitch slap him and say I'm sorry Mr. President, I don't dance!
This little situation reminds me of a friend who lets our bossy friend piss her off and never does anything about it. If I could figure out how to do photoshop I would add a dark rainy night and some sort of romantic farewell to this picture. I picture Baby on a platform of a train station while the train carrying her true love slowly pulls away. Or Baby as Jack in Titanic... Rose! Roooose! Something about poor little Baby girl here is so tragic. She's such a baby.
I gave Baby more food and locked Symba in the bedroom. Because Nobody. Puts. Baby. in the Corner.
That is all.












2 comments:
hehe you're such a cat lady I love it. My roommate and I have such detailed conversations about our cats and their relationship with each other. Her cat is a binge/purge kitty. he eats too fast and too much and vomits. he especially likes to try and sneak in my room and steal my cats food. my cat hates him, and they engage in vicious fights, although we catch them sleeping next to each other.cats are so neurotic!
-cp
We should have a Jerry Springer show for cats.
Sometimes the boy will come up to the girl and lick her ears and kiss her and purr. Then he'll smack her in the fact and roll on his belly. She yells like Chewbacca like "oh the horror! why won't you leave me alone!" and then pounces on him or she trots away and he chases her. It is SO like Simon's cats.
http://www.simonscat.com/
UGH I never saw myself as a crazy old cat lady. One year I was young and lovely and had a dog. All of a sudden the years passed and I am old and gray with two old and gray cats.
I'm going to die alone with 23 cats I just know it.
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