Growing up I always thought I was allergic to cats. Now, with my roomate's cat Claire, I've realized that that isn't completely true. I'm not completely allergic; we just have conflicting personalities.Its sort of sadistic really. I mess with her, and she scratches me or runs out the door when I come home. But her favorite activity is to break my glasses. On purpose. I know its on purpose, because I've actually watched her do it. Many times.
She first sticks her head in the glass to make sure there is something in there. Then she samples it with her paw. Then she swings at it like its the bottom of the 9th with a 3 and 2 count, knocking it off of whatever surface it was on sending it shattering to the floor.
Thus I've discovered the joys of catnip and getting cats high on it. And the sadist pleasures that lie within laser pointers.
