Just to clear up the animal hatred theme:
I hate all pets in my house. I don't hate other peoples pets. Unless it's Sis #2's dog, Latka. No matter where I am, he comes up and sits his ass right on me. On my foot. Rubs it on my leg. He doesn't do this to anyone else. And ever since they had kids, he stinks. Like all the time. He needs a bath, but the kids are lucky to get a bath, much less a big lug like Latka.
He's big. German Shepherd / Rottweiler mix. Scary looking, but gentle. Gentle and sweet, but God Bless him; he is stinky. Ok, I don't hate him, but I don't want to snuggle with his stinky ass.
I don't even want to snuggle with Zoe when she's stinky. We have a bathe every night rule. No stink in my bed.
Maybe it's not a pet thing, just a smell thing.
I don't hate all pets or animals in general. It's just that they are not for me. They are cool... for other people.
I don't really mind Baby Jack the hamster that much. He's cute, but the little butthole still bites. I need to buy some gloves so I can pick him up. I'm sure that is why he runs all all the time on his wheel. No affection. Poor dear. Just like me. I feel your pain, Baby Jack. Welcome to my world. Two year lifespan counting down...
I do dislike outdoor cats in general. They are funky, and bring you half dead rats and birds. But I like indoor cats because they are soft and don't stink. They are just snobby.
About the only cat I think is awesome without reservation is Minou
Hope I cleared it all up for y'all. I didn't want to be know as a mega animal hater.
And don't forget. If you have cats, flush your used condoms.
Posted by debutaunt at June 10, 2003 10:22 AM | TrackBack