That's Gavin. He's the small feline whom resides in my house. In the picture of him, you will notice that yes, he is indeed in the refrigerator. I do not know WHY he was in the refrigerator. I did not put him there. This will just go on to my point about why this adorable little furry thing is in my annoyances section. As I sit here typing this, Gavin is smack in the middle of tearing the leg of my pants to shreds. I pick him up and put him somewhere else, and promptly five seconds later, he's back shredding them again. It never ends with him. Ever been woken up multiple times during the night with your door violently shaking? I go through this every single night. Why, you ask, would my door be violently shaking? I have birds and a mouse living in my room. Gavin likes birds and mice a lot. He'd love to have them for dinner some night. Hence, why he is not allowed in my room unless under intense supervision. That's just the beginning of Life With Gavin. He likes to dig in, eat, and otherwise maim houseplants. It is one of his favorite pasttimes. The garage is another place in which he wants in badly but for obvious reasons is not allowed in. Every once in a while though, he will sneak out. Things that are in garage: plants, cars. Gavin very much enjoys digging in the plants that sit next to where my father parks the Execuwagon (my term for his Beemer). My father figure also has a tendency to leave his moonroof open. Gavin greatly enjoys digging in the plants, and then making his way over to my father's car, where he will jump on the hood, leaving dirt paw prints, and walk right up the windshield, into the open moonroof, and right into the car. The car by the way is silver, so Gavin's paw prints are very visible. So is everything in the inside of the car. Gavin has no trouble getting into the car. It's getting out that he has trouble with. I can't even count how many times I've heard him meowing and have had to go rescue him and clean the paw prints out from inside the car before my father figure saw them...
Gavy also really likes things that move. He'll watch anything. He likes ping pong balls a lot, so he steals them from the ball bucket in the basement and carries them all over the house, depositing them places. What happens when my sister spills Kix all over the kitchen floor? She doesn't sweep them up or anything, she kicks then under the wood stuff where no one can see them. No one but Gavin. We all know when my sister spilled Kix because the next day there will be Kix inside every shoe in sight. That's just what Gavin does. I think I got my point across. Don't get me wrong, I love the little guy, but he's just a pain in the ass sometimes...
...Someboady get me out of here
I feel like reading more rants that aren't about annoying things
