I just went batshit crazy on my cats. Now the two boy cats won’t come near me. It’s killing Frank as he has to be near me (as in almost touching) at all times. He is laying on the other side of the room, behind a door, staring mournfully at me.
It’s just… GRRR.
They had been attacking Bets all night and it was driving me crazy but, more importantly, it meant they kept racing across counters and tables and knocking crap over. When Bets came racing over my fingers on the keyboard, I lost it.
I feel bad and I want to apologize even though I know they are cats and won’t know what I’m saying. I wish someone would invent a pet translator already.