I appreciate dogs.

EVERY DAY I'm like, "Yo cat, get off my bed." 

And the cat's all, "mrow."

Then I pet her head and realize it's probably encouraging her to stay on my bed, but she's just SO SOFT and I can't stop and I look at her face and see her eyes close in that happy little squint cats get, and the purring starts OH NO. Too much cute.

After a moment of petting, I come to my senses and the spell is broken. I'm like, "GET OFF MY BED."

And the cat's all, "mrrrrrrrr."

I glare at her and gesture wildly as I tell her off. She don't care. I resort to desperate measures and grab her in all of her fluffy glory and carry her out of the room to deposit her ever so kinda-sorta-gently in the living room. 

Those eyes which were so recently closed in the happy-cat-squint are now narrowed reproachfully; spitefully even. She blinks as though she doesn't care, but once my back is turned.... She sneaks back onto my bed.

So I'm like, "Yo cat, get off my bed." 

Every. Single. Day.