My Annoying problem with Felines

I'm actually really glad that is our post we need to write, because honestly I need to get this out to the world. I have a massive problem with my cats. Massive. No joke, no exaggeration. When looking at the feline species itself, there isn't anything too irritating about cats-besides the lazy, "leave me alone" attitude they tend to have. I can see why people like cats. They're likable.

But then there is my mother. She doesn't just like cats, she loves them. My parents share their own cat, Jack. He's this one eyed little bugger we got from the SPCA. Not only is he annoying because all he does is follow you around the house, whine in his little meow, and chew on my expensive clothing items, but I can't help feeling that I am in competition with the rascal. Cats and Humans are not equal. They just aren't. I love animals, I do and they should be treated with love and care but having your children apologize to your cat for lack of affection shown to it is outrageous. Yes, I will admit I have gotten a talking to for refusing to pet Jack when I've got better things to do. I get in trouble for yelling at him to stop laying on our kitchen table because every time I sit down to have a meal I find one of his measly hairs somewhere in it. I get questioned for that fact that I'm not paying enough attention to him, or playing with him. Because the number one thing on my agenda should be making sure that his every needs are met, how could I have possibly forgotten?

The worst thing is he's sociable, so everyone really likes him. I don't know how many times I've rolled my eyes when my two young cousins are so concerned about where "Jack Jack" is to play with him. Or when my friends come over, and just coo at him like he's the best thing in existence. The worst part is my mom bought a cat stroller. No word of a lie, a little vehicle to push around the King of our Residence. And I'll also admit, I've taken him for walks, and of course I have to suffer the weird looks of either being mistaken for a young mother, or a lunatic.

I think the final thing that just really bugs me, is Jack knows he's the favourite. He knows there is a part of him above me in our family hierarchy. I can see it in his eye when he watches me scoop the cat litter, as he mocks me silently. I don't know what will happen with Jack and I, and our current rivalry but I'm sure its bound to be interesting.