Posted by Max | Posted on 5/12/2013 09:49:00 PM
(Psst...that's Jackson Galaxy; he speaks cat. And he rocks.)
Every week, the Woman records My Cat From Hell, and we watch it together the next evening. I sit on her lap and root for the kitties, and she sits there and grumbles at the people. Well, not all the people. Just the clueless ones.
I've mentioned it before, but she's kind of a pain after she watches it because she spends the next hour chasing me around the house saying carp like Let me love you, kitty cat! and it's a royal pain the the tuckus.
But tonight? Man...we got a couple weeks behind and just watched the episode where this cute little girl kitty was totally being bullied by a boy kitty named Buddy. It wasn't really Buddy's fault; his person was a total doosh, and Buddy had to have taken his bully cues from the doosh.
Well, this just got the woman all riled up and she was hissing some not so nice things at the TV, and doods, she was all YAY when the girl kitty's person split from the boy kitty's doosh. But that wasn't even the worst of it.
Holy cripes, she felt so bad and then so good for the girl kitty that SHE SQUEEZED ME! She'd been petting me all nice and then WHAM.
It's not like she squeezed me hard. It was just undignified. And doods, no one should be undignified when the great Jackson Galaxy is in their living room, even if he is just on the TV.
I am so humiliated.