I don't get you, Cats.

Dear Cats,

What's your deal, anyways? You guys HATE the dogs. You avoid them at all costs. All they want to do is play with you and maybe help groom you a little. They don't bite, they really want to be your friends. But you want NOTHING to do with the dogs, you keep to yourselves in your little cat room all day long until the dogs are safely locked up in their crates for the night, then you come out to roam and frolic.

Except on days the dogs are at doggie daycare. On those days, you are FRANTIC. You won't shut the hell up. "Mrreow, mrreow, mrreow" you say to me while you passionately circle the dogs' crates. "Where are our puppies?" your purrs cry out. Why do you care? You don't like the dogs, they are your archenemies. You are only happy when they're locked up. Why are you so upset when they're not here?

Maybe they're the Yin to your Yang, and you're upset the Chi of the house is jacked up without them. I don't know. You guys are weird, you make no sense at all.

But fret thou not, I shall go get them and bring them home in an hour or so. And then you two can go back to hiding in your cat room. Freaks.

XOXO,
Mom