Hello, my name is Chris and this is my guest blog post.
I would like to offer the followers of this blog the opportunity to get an unbiased glimpse into my mind, as well as the opportunity to read a post on this blog that is, for once, not about a cross eyed cat or getting engaged. Enjoy.
Fortunately for me Jaime showed me the errors of my ways upon my arrival, when she immediately
An entire semesters worth of legal mediation class lectures boiled down into one picture:
Needless to say I quickly chose option B. Here it goes.
1. People will love you even if you are a crossed eyed cat who swallows nerf darts.
In case my reference is unclear to some followers, I'm referring to Jaime's cat Toby. See Toby is severely cross eyed and extremely dumb, a combination of traits that leads directly to my next statement about Toby, he is the worst. But regardless of how I feel about Toby, when Toby ate a Nerf dart last fall causing him to have intestinal problems, Jaime happily paid for Toby's vet bill and loved him nonetheless. I'm still not 100 percent sure Jaime would be as charitable towards me if I swallowed a nerf dart.
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| Its amazing how much intestinal blockage one of these can cause in a cat. |
2. If you really want to creep people out, stare unblinkingly into their eyes until they break eye contact.
I learned this lesson from Jaime's other cat, Tillie, who if she was a person, would definitely be mistaken as a daily crystal meth user and a sociopath. I love Tillie solely for this reason. See while Toby's thing is to be cross eyed, and pretty much useless in general, Tillie's thing is to stare. Seriously Tillie just stares. Without blinking. At you.
One of the most unnerving feelings I have ever had, was the day after we got Tillie and I woke up to Tillie sitting on the nightstand just staring at me, without blinking. It felt like either an angel or a demon (I can never decide which one Tillie is ) was staring through my soul, judging me. That entire day I really thought I was going to die because I felt like my soul had already been judged that morning.
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| Whenever I wake up to this I always imagine creepy little voices saying "We've been waiting for you." Awesome way to start your day off. |
On any given day this is what your cat looks like when you leave. PS the cat is not dead, its only sleeping. Seriously.
During finals last year, I decided to follow the cat's example and cap nap during the day, while doing my serious studying at night. Worked like a charm. See while the law library is usually packed during the day with other law students and undergrads, at night the library is completely empty and I can actually concentrate and get some studying done without undergrads coming up to me and asking "How do you like law school? Is it easy?"
4. Its the simple things in life that make the difference.
Sometimes I think cats have it all figured out. They get to sleep all day, eat when they want to and achieve the most amount of happiness from stupid shit, like being petted. Seriously have you ever noticed cats never seem to be sad or upset, only extremely happy whenever you pet them or walk through the door? Believe me I have tried my hardest to make Toby sad and upset (Usually by holding him up to a mirror and screaming "Look how stupid you are!!"). Regardless of my attempts, Toby still does not get upset and now only purrs like a ruhtard when I hold him in front of the mirror. I decided to follow the example of Toby and now when people are upset with me and start to yell, I just smile and purr. Just kidding I don't purr.
5. If you can do a neat trick when company comes over, Jaime will be happy with you.
During winter break last year, Jaime did not have cable and I had an abundance of free time, so I trained Tillie to retrieve nerf darts (I know I am a man of many talents). Despite Tillies newfound ability to retrieve nerf darts directly leading to the events of paragraph 1, her new ability also became the premier source of entertainment for Jaime's houseguests. Seriously, Tillie and I have regaled guests for hours with Tillie's feats of physical prowess while perfectly good hard liquor and board games sat forgotten. I began to notice that after every time Tillie entertained houseguests, Jaime would not get as mad at Tillie for running around all night while Jaime was trying to sleep. Following Tillie's example I began to perform my own trick for Jaime's houseguests, which generally consists of me regaling houseguests with amazing feats of sarcastic wit and indispensable potty humor. But for some reason, Jaime still gets just as mad at me regardless of my attempts to entertain house guests.
