Asshole Cat Part Duh

Remember when I told you about how much of an asshole this guy is?

He's only cute when he sleeps

Well, he has taken his morning routine of waking us up to entirely new levels lately.

You see, he used to just jump on us, meow, jump up by the window shade, rattle that, meow some more, knock some shit off the side table and then meow some more.

But Bootsy is the Terminator cat that is going to be the end of us all.  He's a learning asshole cat. He's actually figured out our technology.  And he's using it against us.

We have one of those iHome clock radios. You know the kind, it's got a dock to charge your iPhone or iPod on top.  Other than that...it's pretty much a regular clock radio.  And Bootsy has figured out how to work it.

I'm serious.

He turns the radio on and off.  We adjust the volume lower, but he has figured out how to fix that issue too.  He also knows how to turn the alarm off and on. My favorite thing, and by that I mean my least favorite thing, is that he has learned how to set the alarm so that it goes off in 2 minutes.

I'm serious.

He sets the alarm for two minutes in the future.  I don't even know how to do that!  How the fuck has our cat figured out to set a fucking alarm?

He's such an asshole.

Weekend Recap

Here's a brief rundown of what I did over the weekend.

Friday night:

• Took a hilarious picture of Bootsy sleeping with a big smile on his face. And we watched all the television shows that we had recorded from Thursday evening. Then Gia went to bed and I watched Fringe.

Saturday:

• Went to the local Pickle Festival with our besties. You read that right. A pickle festival.  And it was...glorious. Had a pickle on a stick and bought two bagfuls worth of pickles and related pickled...stuff.  I wrote about it once before on this here blog. Way back here.  Check it.
• Then we all headed over to our new favorite local restaurant for a late lunch/early dinner. I reviewed the joint over at our food blog here. I knew what I was having before I even walked into the joint. A big burger smashed between two grilled cheese sandwiches.  The server called it "the heart attack". But then the manager grinned and said, "If you want to do it up right, then add a fried egg and some bacon." Which sounded too good to pass up.  Which I didn't. Neither did my buddy. It was absurdly delicious, and exactly what the doctor ordered. Well, not an MD, but you know... Here's what it looked like:

• After spending about 4 hours at the restaurant (seriously), we headed back to the house for a mini-ramble and a sudden surprisingly awesome sunset. So sudden and surprising that I didn't get to take a picture of it. But it was really cool. Trust me.

Sunday:

• Spent most of the day napping in bed. I had been fighting off a bit of a stomach issue for several days, and the excesses of Saturday certainly didn't help.

So was your weekend filled with as much whimsy as mine?  More? You kids are awesome!

You know what I hate?

Our cat's eyes are a little fucked up right now.  This asshole.

Bootsy!

His eyes look okay in that picture, but he is prone to either pink eye or allergies or just general bruising around the eyes due to rough kitty play. We honestly don't know whey his eyes get fucked up every once in a while. I think the last possible reason is a big one. Whitey plays hard, Whitey gonna get beat down every once in a while. Bitch.

But, of course, we are worried parents. And fuck you for laughing at "parents" in that last section. You deal with your shit, I'll deal with mine. So we decided that if he doesn't recover in the next day or so, we are taking him back to the Vet. Which I hate. Because I'm beginning to think it's all a scam.

Every time we bring one of our animals to the Vet, it's several hundred bucks out of our bank account. I mean, can't he just look at him and say "Yah...it's just irritated. Here's some ointment"? No, he's always "Well, let's do some blood work and maybe a full series of allergy tests and blah blah blah can't be too careful", and then cha-ching...$400 is gone. They take advantage of pet owners because of how much we love our pets. And there is no alternative. It really, really sucks.

And most unfairly, these loved ones aren't covered by any family insurance policy.

People who choose not to have kids should be allowed insurance coverage for their animals and for them to live 3 times as long as normal. That is all.