a tale of two kitties

I thought my dad had bad luck with cats until I talked to a friend at work today. I won't say his name because while his story is rather funny (well, not for him), he probably doesn't everyone to know what happened to him.

The trouble started when he got his second cat; the older cat became jealous, and decided to show his unhappiness with his owner. Now, what do jealous cats often do? Crap where they aren't supposed to. Why? I don't know. But this cat was no different, only he decided to crap where he REALLY wasn't supposed to - on the BED!!!! My belief that cats have a sense of humor was confirmed by the fact that the cat even managed to cover his little present with blankets. Of course, my friend was totally caught unawares, and didn't discover it until AFTER he got into bed. I'm sure the cat got a good laugh out of it, but his master was NOT happy. And it didn't win the cat any brownie points, either. I think my friend told me the cat slept outside after that, but I was still so amused by his tale of woe that I really didn't catch what actually happened to the cat.

My pal went on to compare his cats to teenagers; they know the rules, they just refuse to follow them. That may be true, but at least when a teenager is mad at you, he doesn't show it by going to the bathroom in unusual places. Well, I hope not.

I'll never get angry at my cats again. Compared to two cats whose owner I shan't name, my cats are angels.