WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

HE DRIVES ME CRAZY! Demanding my attention at the most annoying times. Like crawling all over my desk and sitting on my computer keyboard. Or jumping on the coffee table and knocking my drink on the floor. Crawling across the bed to the night stand and drinking the water out of my very own glass. Crying throughout the apartment even after he has been fed and watered and been inside & outside for the evening....TWICE!

Then there are all the other messes he makes all over the place. I mean why on earth does he have to eat his food on the carpet?! I mean he has a clean bowl and mat to eat from, but he drags the food onto the carpet and eats it. Little hard bits of food caked onto my carpet.

And let's not even discuss the bathroom. I have to keep a broom in there to sweep up all the litter he leaves everywhere. And he also drags that all over the carpet. My poor vacuum is getting worn out.

And speaking of everywhere, HAIR. As much as he sheds I am shocked he isn't bald! I don't think there is one place in my entire apartment that does not possess at least one strand of his hair!

And is he two years old? He is constantly putting things in his mouth that he finds on the floor and eating them. Then he throws up some place later, making even more messes for me to clean up.

But then at the peak of my anger, when I am trying to decide the best way to kill and dispose of his body, he does something cute. He'll rub against me and give me this pathetic little stare. Or he'll lay on his back and paw up in the air. Come up to me on the sofa and place his little paw on my arm. Give my leg a little lick while I am sitting at my desk on the internet. And I can no longer kill him. I fall in love with the little guy all over again.

But I realize that if this is just a fraction of what it's like to have a child, FORGET IT! I am getting my tubes tied now and living vicariously through all my friends.