You know that episode of "Sex and the City" where Miranda keeps overfeeding her cat in case she dies in her apartment by herself and the cat eats her face?
Sometimes I feel like I should do that.
I think Cleo is pretty trustworthy, and I hope that she would be bummed if she found me out cold on the (I was going to say living room floor but I don't have one, nor do I have a bedroom or kitchen floor so I'll just keep it general) floor of my apartment. She's can be pretty snuggly/cuddly and seems to appreciate me at least as a necessary tool of survival.
This one however?:
Oh sure, she may look sweet and innocent. But when these eyes are on me?:
I feel like this:
With ALL the trimmings.
I'm not sure if she's waiting for me to kick the bucket or is actually planning my demise, but I'm fairly certain she sees me as nothing more than a source of food. And, well, if I'm not able to fill up her dish with Meow Mix then my face will do just as nicely. Seriously, I have never met such a beggy/greedy/demanding cat in my life. It's a good thing she's so freaking adorable.
If you find yourself in my position I suggest you refer to this helpful guide by The Oatmeal:
Makes sense, doesn't it? A scary amount of sense if you ask me...