It's not a shocker that I am obsessed with my cat. I'm constantly in his face and thinking he's sick, in pain or needs to fart. In my defense, he has diabetes and could go into a diabetic coma or have a seizure at any moment so as his mom, I HAVE to be obsessed with him. He had a seizure last year while I was working and I've been glued to his hip....against his will...every second since. Luckily my mom was there and had received the same first responder training for feline diabetes patients I had so she saved him. If you hate cats, well...go click on some other shit because I've put this post off long enough.
Often while I'm at work, my mother will send me pictures of the cat. Usually it's pictures of him stuck IN something or UNDER something and she's laughing and snapping pictures instead of helping him. Recently she's taken to something new...'Can you find Leo hidden in the picture' It's like our own personal game of Where's Waldo. Initially I was thrown off by the massive box of 6,000 dog toys but I found him. I feel like he often misbehaves when she's home just to get his daily ya-yas. I have no doubt in my mind animals are laughing their asses off when they eat our things, barf on our new carpet and hide or eat a brand new toy they've had unwrapped for exactly 6 seconds.