Cats give balance. Maybe they throw things so out of whack that you go for it and laugh. That’s what happens to me all the time. They are so there, so scratching and jumping and finding/burrowing/opening/basically destroying that I throw them out the door. Ten minutes and there is a baby bird where I threw them out. Then I have to find them to save the rest of the bird population and not be one of those people they write articles about whose cats are destroying the ecosystem because they kill birds for fun.
So I get them in and then it’s time for bed and they get so cute I think my heart will break and I get lightheaded with their perfection even when I trip going up the stairs on the carpet they’ve shredded and fall up the stairs on my knees into fresh throw up.

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