I love Gabby. I promise. What I don't love is her cat hair. I'm really good about keeping it off of my clothes and I am forever wiping things down and dusting around Stephen's house. I don't mind her sitting on my lap when I am here, only because I have a special blanket she lays on.
But I am tired of her jumping up on the bed. It gets on my nerves. I don't want cat hair where I sleep. I always take a shower before I sleep and I like going to bed clean. When I got here, I made sure to give her some attention, lots of baby talk and doting on her. I then grabbed a shower and decided to hop into bed to cruise the net and do some blogging. She came into the room and kept up a loud persistent meow, like "pay attention to me". She finally jumped up on the bed and I told her "No!" I shook my finger at her and she stopped in her tracks. I said, "No bed Gabby!". She instantly jumped off the bed and sat sulking at the door. sigh...
I just need my space, cat! I've had a long day and I don't want you on the bed. There are just some things I won't budge on. I am just a big meanie.
I am sure all will be forgiven when I go to brush her later. She loves that.
Okay, I am over it now. Chat you all in the morning.