So Cats...

So I got this cat for my daughter, Rebekkah, and well I thought at the time I got this cat it was a great compromise for not being able to get a dog.  Let me explain, so I was doing an installation for Dish Network and I saw this cat wrestling a pretty good sized dog, and thought to myself, "Self, I want a dog, I can't have a dog, but this cat sure is acting like a dog....  hmmmm Should I?"....   So I got the cat thinking I could make the story up I got the cat for Rebekkah and all will be great, what a wonderful excuse for getting a cat, RIGHT?  Well at least I thought so at the time.  It isn't that I hate cats.  I just don't see a need or a good use for them.  The are selfish, pathetic creatures who want only one thing, WHAT EVER THEY WANT AT THE TIME THEY WANT IT AND WHEN THEY DON'T WANT IT THEY DON'T WANT IT or something like that.  So anyways Dexter is his name and I'll get back to the story.......
I got this cat and well I kinda started liking him.  He never did really act like a dog after that few minutes I observed him, before I was tricked I mean felt sorry for, ok ok I thought he was cool.  But back to the story.  So Rebekkah loves this cat and this cat allows her to drag him around by the neck and takes more abuse than anything on God's green earth and it is truly amazing.  But I watch him and I get irritated beyond I'll get out because when he looks at me there is a certain plot in his mind that screams at me, "I will make your life as miserable as I can!"  Now my wife says I am paranoid and need help, but I am sure there is something in that story that is true.  Well lately I am feeling like this cat is out to get me.  He walks around the house and whines like crazy and if you walk by his food bowl he does it louder (btw he is fed and fed good too, I might add).  He stands by the bathroom door and cries when my wife is getting ready in the morning and I feel like getting my pellet gun and giving him a "WHAT FOR" ummm ok a swift kick in the rear is what I meant.  But seriously is this normal and I'm just paranoid, or am I right and CATs are the spawn of Satan!  Seriously look at his picture isn't he a cute ball of fur with a mind to make everything in his path a living Heck....  
Oh the stories I could tell you... like he has the little play mice, which he throws under the dressers and stove and behind the fridge and sits and cries cause I won't get them for him, and if I do he goes right back over to the same spot and throws them back........ AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!

So I got this cat for my daughter, Rebekkah, and well I thought at the time I got this cat it was a great compromise for not being able to get a dog.   What was I thinking???!!!!