I do not mind you waking me up at 3:30. I understand that sometimes you just want food in the middle of the night. I can relate to that, having made mac and cheese at 3:00 because I felt like it. However, when I sacrifice my pillow just so you can use it as a bed, and when I interrupt that wonderful process called “sleep” to feed you, why is it that you continue to destroy everything in my room after that? You have chewed  a total of three pairs of headphones while they were in my ears(However I’ve developed an ability in which I instantly wake up whenever you move on my bed). You have also managed to eat parts of my Prismacolor colored pencils. You also find the need to chew any plastic bag that you may find in my room and make as much noise as possible. And you do all of this after I feed you. Have you no ounce of gratitude in that little kitty brain of yours? I even get rid of your shit for you occasionally, put up with your “accidental” kicking of my face while I’m trying to sleep, and provide you with the finest of kibbles, you still insist on being a great big bag of dicks. I have even tried to explain and demonstrate the mystery of the laser pointer that you despise so greatly. I have never had a cat as bipolar as you, or as sassy as you. However, I still think that you are the cutest thing in the world. But I do not know how I manage to just ignore all of that and push it all aside. You are impossible to deal with, but ohmygod you are the cutest little thing when you want to cuddle. Despite how much I dislike your life decisions, I still love you and we have the greatest and funniest love-hate relationship.