I Have Cats

If any of you have cats, you know what I’m about to say. Cats are wonderful pets but they sure as hell don’t let you sleep in. I’m sure dogs are worse, but my cats are infamous for doing a 5-7 am sprint across my chest, over to the window, onto the nightstand, and around again. And as if it’s not bad enough to do all that, Molly will spend a good hour on the nightstand, knocking off literally everything until it’s either on the floor or the side of the bed where I always forget to look for it. Glasses, cell phone, etc. All gone by morning.

Right now, Boo and Molly are chillin’ on the floor, acting like they didn’t just wake me up out of a deep, much needed sleep. But the truth of the matter is, I never wake up this early on purpose and I’m not a huge fan of it.

Boo and Molly are both rescue cats, which means they were rescued from high-kill animal shelters. Boo was 4 months old when I adopted him last October. Molly was about 4 or 5 weeks old when she came home with me after being at Baldwin Park Animal Shelter. Although she was the tiniest thing in the world, Boo adopted her as his own. He mothered her and bathed her and all but carried her around in his mouth. I’m so glad I have two cats; however, the downside of having two cats is that they always play together. Even if that means they play at 6 am.

When they’re not being assholes, they’re ridiculously cute. I’m sure this is how parents feel about their children, who wake them up early.

Boo's typical relaxing pose
Molly and Boo are always together
Molly likes to Facebook
Molly loves shoes
Boo isn't grumpy