at this point in my life i find myself living in a house infested with animals. no, not rodents. i really do wish it were that easy. because then i could set out a few traps and in a few weeks they'd all be gone. instead i have these big furry animals called cats and dogs taking over what was once my serene home. you know, the place i came to for refuge. the place i came to at the end of the day for peace and quiet.
not anymore. not since my sister moved back home and brought her two dogs and two cats home with her. add those to the dog we already had, and that is what i like to call a madhouse.
now i don't know where the term madhouse originally derived from. but i like to think it was from someone who had to live in a house with 5 living, breathing, shedding, ridiculous, enormous animals. because really, until you have to do that, i don't believe you could hold a candle close to my madhouse.
in light of this circumstance, one would think that any individual exposed to such treachery would say one big "hell no" to even the thought of more pets. but folks, that is where i go against the norm -into uncharted territories if you will. in fact, instead of running in the other direction and swearing off anything with four legs for the rest of my life... i have developed an obsession. what sort of obsession? well. an obsession so bad, that the only cure is to look at cute kittens. an obsession so bad, i have a website bookmarked on my computer that not only features cute kittens, but cute animals of all sorts. {www.cuteoverload.com seriously.... how cute is that URL even??}
i have become the woman i always said i would hate to be. you know, the one who coo's...at animals no less.... and talks in wittle kiddy voice. yeah. i hate her too. but i mean, if you looked at these pictures half as much as i do, i'm sure you'd be struggling with the same problem.
and yes, it is a problem. a problem that may even have its own 12 step program.
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