On Thursday night I spent a half an hour trying to get my roommate's cat Herman to cooperate for a photo shoot. (I wanted to get a picture of him to put on the photo collage for the invite to my going away party). Take 1: too blurry.
He was so irrated he was lashing out and trying to scratch anyone who came near him. Check him out ready to take a swipe with his badass "I dare you to pet me, motherfucker" expression. Herman rules (except for the fact that he likes to watch me shower).
Also around this time, Herman, my roommate's cat came out of hiding and was totally FUCKING PISSED to discover what a mess we'd made of his apartment. Check him out glaring at us.
The only thing that happened on Sunday was the disturbing discovery that my roommate's cat apparently gets some sort of gay-cat thrill from watching me shower. How fucking freaky is that? I all closed my eyes and leaned back to shampoo and when I leaned forward and opened my eyes, there was Herman all staring at me; I totally almost screamed. (No, I don't shower with my cam - it was on the floor inside my pant's pocket).
