Cats
Katherine's post about cats was a timely one for me.

I have a cat named Marvin. He's about 9 years old, and he weighs about 19 pounds. He's polydactyl, which means he has 6 toes on all of his feet.
He's very affectionate, and I love him, but right now he's driving me frickin' crazy.

Since he's so big, it's a bit of an imposition when he jumps on your lap. Especially now that I'm pregnant, it just feels crowded.

I just got a new pair of black pants, and when I went into the kitchen yesterday morning, Marvin was following me around, rubbing up against my legs, and leaving a gray film of hair all over my pants. I knew that he needed to be fed, so I started to get him his food, accompanied by more rubbing on legs which caused me to nearly trip over him.

I set down his food, and he promptly ignored it and continued to follow me around again, rubbing against my legs, despite my best efforts to avoid him. I gave up and opened the back door so he could go outside and LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!

Unfortunately, that only caused him to get his feet dirty and gave him the opportunity to take a big crap in the garden, residue of which remained on his tail. Lovely. I should mention that I only discovered this when he came back in the house and jumped on my lap.

I went into the bathroom to get ready, and he tried to follow me in there, but he got the door slammed in his face. It was actually kind of a relief to come to work and sit in my nice quiet cubicle with nobody bothering me.

For another, more forceful, but very funny, rant about cats, see Blue-Eyed Infidel.  ¶ 9:03 AM