by Sheree Adams

Created on: March 16, 2009

To know my cat is to love her and to hate her.

She is probably the most complicated creature in the entire world, and I am including every teenage girl and every "emo" song in the same category. She wants what she wants when she wants it and if she is in the window or fast asleep, you better steer clear because she is not in the mood for people.

Her name is Seebie Eebikins, mostly because the look on her face when I call her says, "I really hate you for that." She is orange, black, and white. Honestly, not the most beautiful cat in the world, but don't tell her that. She is absolutely graceless, but doesn't really seem to care. Any time she crashes into something she puts on a front as if she meant to do it. She is probably the most ridiculous "person" I have ever met, but I love her and want to strangle her on a regular basis.I rescued her from beneath a house about a year ago and sometimes I wonder if that was such a good idea!

Don't get me wrong, Seebie can be a very loving cat when she feels like it or more likely, when she wants something. But, there are days when I wonder if she isn't Satan himself sent here to punish me for my bad doings. A good example - and this is totally true, I could never make this uptwo weeks ago Seebie and I had a minor disagreement about clawing the furniture. Now, this disagreement has probably been around since our relationship began, but for some reason she just thought she knew best. So, as I heard her little claws digging and scratching at my precious sofa, I came unglued.

I grabbed a water bottle, known as the "no gun" and I took action. I drenched her. She ran away and pouted in her favorite window for a few hours, but then she eventually came out. But, something was off. She seemed too over it and too willing to kiss and make up. She pranced right up to me and rubbed her face against mine. I went on and on about how good kitties don't claw the furniture and how I just knew she was a good kitty and wouldn't do that anymore. She seemed to be listening. Then, while making eye contact with me, she hopped on the back of the couch and right where I had laid my jacket, she proceeded to take the biggest and raunchiest crap. Then, with a look that seemed to say "How's that for a good kitty?" she pranced off back to her window.

Needless to say, I was speechless. I have to hand it to her, she don't pull any punches.

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