I have this cat, Peanut. And she’s really sweet and affectionate and gentle with children. But she is also just about the most annoying thing on the planet.
She talks a lot, but that’s not really the problem. In a house full of big talkers, I can hardly complain about that. (And just so you know, I’m not a completely crazy cat lady. My cat does not, in fact, talk like a human. But she sure chatters and squeaks and meows . . . pretty much every minute she’s awake.)
The thing that drives me up the wall about Peanut is that she is stubborn. Or lazy. Or both – I’m not really sure where the issue stems from, and I don’t have time for kitty therapy. All I know is that when I try to make her move – off my spot on the couch, off the dining room chairs at dinner time, off my leg when I’m trying to sleep at night – she refuses.
It’s annoying. And . . . it’s a lot how I behave when God asks me to move.