I Need To Stop Cussing

Since I'm sick, yesterday when I got home from work all I wanted to do was go to bed. But since I had an after work function to attend - dinner with one of our suppliers - I couldn't. Instead I had to redo my makeup and attempt to look a little more enthusiastic than I actually was.

My cats are brats, like the bad kids in school. No matter what I do I cannot keep the smaller one, Jameson, from walking all over everything. This includes tables, countertops, etc. I especially get irritated when he walks all over the counters in the kitchen, because of course, I am no fan of cat fur in my food. This makes my other cat, Bailey, feel entitled to do the same exact thing. Yesterday was no exception.

Both cats were being especially ornery yesterday and as I was running around like a crazy person trying to get ready I just about had it when, for the fifth time in the last hour, I saw Jameson jump on top of the refrigerator and start batting at various items up there.

This is when I could be heard screaming "F*cking Jameson, get your f*cking ass DOWN and STOP being such a little bitch!" To which he responded by looking at me and I swear he mouthed, "F*ck off!" And continued batting things around on top of the refrigerator like I wasn't even there. I then pryed him off of the top of the refrigerator as he meowed like I was torturing him.

While all of this going on, I looked over to see a few of my co-workers standing at the screen door just staring. They were meeting at my house and then all going to the restaurant together to meet with our supplier. I don't know these people very well since I recently just changed positions so I'm pretty sure they think I'm crazy. They probably think I hate my cats and I shouldn't have any at all.

Now, I love my cats like they are my children. I would never hurt them. Although I do yell at them from time to time when I lose my patience. These cats are lucky little animals. They have an endless supply of treats, even when I can't afford to go out to lunch. I cuddle up with them in bed every night, even though they inevitably annoy the crap out of me at 3:00 a.m. when they decide they want to fight with each other and keep me awake. They also get to say "peace out" to me every day during the week at 6:00 a.m. and then retreat to the bedroom where they lay around all day, unbothered, until I return home in the evening. These cats are spoiled, even though I am pretty sure my co-workers probably think they are abused.

Moral of the story. I should probably stop cussing/bitching my cats out especially if it may be heard by other people who don't know me that well.