As your cat, I must tell you I hate you.

We have a cat. His name is Martin.

Martin adores Doug, worships Doug, follows Doug around and begs to just be near him.

Martin hates me.

If he could talk, I have no doubt he would actually tell me he hates me. I work from home, and that cat is in the same house with me all day long. He does not even bother to pretend to be awake. But I know Doug is turning onto our street with his truck because I can hear the cat jump to the floor and race for the door so he can be waiting for Doug when he pulls in.

So, the other day, I got a new camera for work. I needed to practice and figure out the settings, but of course nobody was home with me...except Martin. So...I woke him up and prodded him to move and took pictures of him.

Let me say it again: he hates me. Lest you doubt me...please see the look of hatred he is giving me in all of these pictures..... :)


Martin sleeping....the camera had just arrived.

Martin now awake, annoyed, and irritated there is a flash going off in his face.

"I am warning you one last time....put the camera down and go back upstairs."

"I have been forced to climb on this table to be closer to your eye level so that once again I can deliver the death stare to you."

That weekend, Doug took a nap on Sunday and Martin immediately found a home tucked in Doug's arm. I just know he is thinking..."What part of I hate you don't you understand? Can't you see I'm with my real owner now? GO AWAY!"

:) My only consolation is that as much as Martin hates me, he hates Danika even more. :)