I am one of those people and specifically by one of those people I mean someone who owns cats. It's disgusting. There are random cat hairs hanging in the air ready to attack at any moment. Wearing something black? Wrong. Something white, white because it's covered in white cat hair. Cat hair balls dance across the floor and into corners. My kids snow boots have cat hair stuck to the top lining. I hate it. I don't know what to do about it. I had fish, and by that I mean the fish were my idea. The fish were actually originally gotten for me. The cats? They came from a stray cat I had adopted after hurricane Ivan because my ex husband's stupid fatass cat ran away while we were in California and I felt awful. Then my sister "accidentally" let this stray cat out of the house while I went to the Bahamas. She (the cat) naturally went back to her beloved outdoor home. Now we have these two dumb cats. And my husband took of the fish as his pets too. So I have thought, well I'll get a dog. It will be my and Lucas's (kid's name there) dog. Our dog with DH's two cats awesome. But if I got a dog it would probably annoy me all to hell. And then ... then there is the dog hair. They have hair too right? Hair that comes off, sticks to clothes, and floats. Maybe I'll get a beta and bitch about the stupid cats killing it. I have always wanted a bird. And you wonder why I am so pissed and drink. Ha.

Much Love,
Donna