The Adventures of Frances and Me

My 'rents went on a superlong vaca, so they dumped the cat off w/ me. The cat they "can't stand," which is actually the world's most spoiled puss and who came with an entire carload of accessories, including 5 beds, *4* large bags of food (for 3 weeks), a special blanket, and tons of care instructions, including a very specific way to scoop her litter box, the edict that i must give her fresh water every single day, proper brushing technique, and a barking command to create a special nest for her near the couch (which she now won't go near).

Frances is very aloof and waaaaay too good for anyone. She only comes out if she is absolutely starved for attention, and seems to be spending the majority of her time under my bed, on top of a rubbermaid. She is a princess and will not eat ANY of her food if it has dropped in the floor, will yell at you if her water is not fresh enough, and will scram if you pet her too much or not at all. Additionally, there is cat hair all up in my bizniss. She thinks her shiznit does not stink, but let me tell you it does...it stinks all up in my kitchen! But what an interesting way to loose weight...it's def an appetite suppressant...

However, i am reluctant to admit...i am getting used to have another living being around here. besides my half-dead plants.