Daiana takes charge!

Andres is REALLY busy at the moment, so I decided to help him with today’s blog entry. (Footnote, I just cut my tongue real bad with a honey toffee and it bleeds… a lot… ‘kay, I’m fine, still alive)

I don’t know what I could say about myself that could be of interest to you, so I’ll just tell a short, funny story… or at least, I’m trying real hard to see the humour in it. Thing is, a certain cat is trying to steal my boyfriend.

Yup, exactly as read: with 10 pounds of sheer fur and belly, my own four-legged DAUGHTER Emily is trying to at any cost to snatch my boyfriend away. Worst thing is, he lets her!

I lick his face, and he’s like “Aaaghh, don’t do that, don’t be disgusting!”, but if the cat does it, he’ll be all like ‘Awwww, look at this, she’s kissing me! =3″

If I claw him in the forearms while watching a horror movie “Hon, that hurts”; if she claws him and bites his finger, “Awwww she’s so cute when she’s playing 🙂 ”

If I glue myself to him like a tick because it’s cold at nights, I’m annoying and don’t let him sleep; now, if the cat sleeps on his chest or even his face, IT’S ALL GOOD, ’cause “oh, sweet kitty, she’s just showing affection”.

It may seem like a small thing to you, but it’s starting to tickle me off. This calls for drastic measures, either against her or against him. I don’t know. Time will tell.

Daiana