Cats! (enough said)

So I ask myself, why do cats exist and better yet, why are there so many in this house. As far as I have seen, they do absolutely nothing but lie around all day and sleep. I on the the other hand, spend the day at the window watching for mom to come home, worrying about where she might be, why she hasn't called, when we are going to the dark park.

Mom moved a box the other day and the orange cat started going crazy, I mean, weird crazy. The next think I know, there is a bunch of green leafy stuff all over the cleanly vacuumed floor and the cats are rolling around in it. Stupid cats. I'm sure they must be doing something illegal.

I'm not sure what that stuff, but now I'm having to protect my big pillow bed with all my toys. They are going near my pull rope, and my rawhide ball, and my duck and squirrel toys (ok, those were theirs originally, but they NEVER played with them). Their eyes are dialated and they just keep flopping around on the floor, and then they zoom through the house. They are just annoying.

I must say though, they do have some tasty food, and when mom isn't looking, I like to mow down on the orange kibble until I hear someone yell at me to stop. Mom says that's why my poop is orange. Guess I don't care, I'm not the one cleaning it up.

It's been so hot out, that mom has water dishes everywhere. The trouble is, I can't find one without cat spit in it.

The worst part is when they band together and make a living road block so I can't get through the hallway. They like to do it when mom goes into the bedroom. If I'm not right on her heels, they will really fast run in between and lay down all the way across the hallway. And then, they will just STARE at me. Mom doens't know why I don't just jump over them, but she doesn't understand. They have the capability of flicking just one claw up and slicing me down the middle like a roast pig. Nobody likes a bleeding Corgi. So I wait at a safe distance and whimper and growl a little and finally mom will come out in the hall and scold the cats (they should be lashed a thousand times if you ask me), and then she steps in between them and me and I get to prance through. Prancing establishes that I won the battle.

I guess the second worst part is when the orange cat sits in moms lap. Well, he doens't sit, he's so freaking huge that he lays on her chest and his legs extend down to her knees. So I got no room. We sometimes catch each others eye when mom sits down (which is rarely) and then we race to the couch and who ever gets up first, gets mom. But the cat doens't play farely because I like to curl up on her lap, he will crawl all the way up on her chest, just under her neck and make himself fit. Then she has both of us on her. I'm not giving up my spot though. Oh he'd like that wouldn't he.

Anyway, the whole point of this diary entry is to vent my discontent with the cats that live in this house. They are passive agressive, lazy, they won't leave my stuff alone, and they smell funny.

Unfortunately, the cats seem to make mom happy and well, a happy mom is a good thing. So I'll just play their stupid cat games.

Koopa

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