My sister
and I grew up in a cat household. Our mom liked cats and we did
too, although our dad was indifferent. There was one valid excuse
we had when our mom would yell from the other room for us to do
something. We could say, "I can't. A cat's on
me." We didn't want to move for fear of waking it up, and
she understood.
can
hear someone making food downstairs, so i went to go see who it
was, turns out it is my cat making food for his friends cause
they are all playing poker