Everyday, around 1:30 to 2 pm, my cat Cali will come upstairs where I'm sitting at my computer looking up pictures of Leonard Nimoy on Pinterest.
Don't judge me.
She will not fully come into the room I'm in. Instead she will sit at the door way, scream at me a few times and try to look cute, so I will stop my Leonardy pursuits and feed her lunch.
Wouldn't you like to feed a cat like me?
Look at me, all cute and rolling around like a spaz.
I will even stretch my wee little paws out toward you mommy.
You're just going to sit there and take pictures of me?
I'm so done.
I don't know what's more disturbing. The Leonard Nimoy admission or the fact that my cat and I know each other as well as we do. Either way…send help.