I'm sitting here writing this with my little pisser, Rudy.  He's the cat that has single handedly pissed from one corner of my home to the other making me get creative in putting something in a lot of corners of my home.  I'm not sure when he decided that 4 cat boxes between 2 cats was just not enough but it happened when I wasn't looking and it really frustrates me.  My favorite thing is  he can go outside!  And yet he comes back in to use the cat box or a corner.  Who can understand what this little turd thinks?  He likes to meow at the top of his lungs at midnight, 2 and 4.  It makes no sense.  I call him because in my pea brain I'm thinking he must be lost because it's dark and he wants to find us.  See, I'm human so I have to rationalize.  Last night he cried so I got up and checked his food bowl.  I topped if off and it seemed to calm him.  

He likes to hang out with his best girlfriend, mom, and mentor our dog Barkley.  She's the $10,000 wonder dog.  In 6 months she had a toe amputated, blew out her 2nd ACL and almost died from stealing some really bad chocolate chip cookies off the counter.  They weren't worth it!  I was going to throw them away, but no....Barkley saw temptation and she could not resist.  She was really excited when I got home wanting to show me how she had pulled that big pan of the counter and eaten almost everyone of those cookies.  And yet she moaned painfully the whole way to the vet.  It may have been the only time she was kind of excited to go there.

Then we have our moody girl, Sophie, the little football AKA little piggie.  She is the best cat in the world that does not want us to know she exists.  She loves to let the dog lick her behind.  I feel like I'm watching kittie porno.  We like to make beeping noises as she backs her hiney up to the dogs nose...lick me, lick me, lick me.  And for a tiny little cat she makes more noise than most humans.  I can hear her snoring from a mile away.  She likes to look at you with these dreamy eyes: open and close open and close- like she is calling you to pet her but as soon as you make a move she jumps off the couch as if to say how dare you touch me.  She does like to be petted.  On her terms of course.  Typical woman!