I swear that man hates me.  Ok he doesn’t hate me, but I think he strongly dislikes me sometimes.  Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you who I’m talking about.  That man would be Dad.  Sometimes we totally don’t get along at all.  Mom thinks it’s all Dad, but the truth is sometimes I don’t like him either.

We seem to get into some sort of scruff every evening because I’m always laying in front of the tv or on the cable box with my tail blocking the sensor or somewhere that annoys him when he comes home.  Hey Dad, guess what?  Cats love electronics because they’re warm, so get over it! Mom doesn’t complain. She doesn’t yell at me because the clicker doesn’t work. She nicely picks me up and moves me. Maybe she needs to teach you a thing or two.