Cat's are assholes. And don't get me wrong, it's a large part of why we love them so much but damn those fuckers don't give a shit.
We don't have cats, because GF is allergic. That doesn't stop our neighbour's cat though. She will literally wait at our doorstep for one of us to leave the house and the moment we open the door she's like "Free Real Estate!". Then we have to spend the next 20 minutes getting her out again.
When my best friend and his GF decided to move in together, she brought her cat, Misty. One day I'm over at their house having coffee, and Misty crawled onto my lap.
"Well that's unusual, it usually takes her more than an hour to get used to strangers."
"She likes to be scratched under the chin, she doesn't like to be petted on the head though."
Ten minutes of chin-scratches later, she bites me. Seriously drew blood. Then leapt off my lap and started grooming herself with her back turned to me as if I didn't even exist.
"Yeah, she does that from time to time when she grows bored. I'm surprised it took this long, she must really like you."
Gee, thanks Misty for showing me how much you really care.
I wasn't mad, not really. But sometimes, please remember that no matter how beautiful the pussy, the pussy can still hurt you.
And before this gets deleted for being off topic.
Zoe reminds me a bit of a cat. Pretty, playfull, not sure if you can take her seriously. I'm hesitant to pet her, that's for sure.
