You Haven't Been Challenged Until...

Last year, I would have completed the above phrase with "... you have debated with a Republican from Texas on the subject of gay rights." Said debate was the culmination of a long story, and left me victorious, but desperately craving a cigarette (even though I had never smoked before) out of sheer frustration.

Tonight, however, I have been forced to come to the conclusion that all the conservatives in all of America have nothing on my cat, when it comes to sheer, bullheaded determination not to see reason. I have just spend fourty minutes coaxing Monkey to get her kitty duff out of my swivel chair, so that I could use the computer. I talked at her. I cooed at her. I restrained myself from yelling at her. I even tried lifting her - no mean feat! In the end, I was forced to fight dirty and trick her out of the chair with kitty treats.

All this proves is that we have finally spoiled the cat utterly rotten. We're all her bitchez, and she is well aware of the fact. What would she do if she wasn't so damned adorable, hm?