I will not run through the house with a condom wrapper in my mouth,
especially when my human's grandmother is over.
My human will never let me eat her pet rat, and I am at peace with that.
I will not leap into my human's chair which she has temporarily vacated,
and then bite my human on the bum when she sits back down.
I will not puff my entire body to twice its size for no reason after my
human has finished watching a horror movie.
I will not sniff at my male human's feet after he takes his shoes off,
freeze my mouth open in disgust and then sniff my private parts to compare
odours. My female human might find it amusing, but my male human does not
appreciate it, especially in front of company.
I will not slurp fish food from the surface of the aquarium.
I must not help myself to Q-Tips, and I must certainly not proceed to
stuff them down the sink's drain.
I will not bite my human on the rear while she is sitting on the Big
White Drinking Bowl.
I will not eat large numbers of assorted bugs, then come home and puke
them up so the humans can see that I'm getting plenty of roughage.
I will not lean way over to drink out of the tub, fall in, and then pelt
right for the box of clumping cat litter. (It took FOREVER to get the
stuff out of my fur.)
I will not stand on the bathroom counter, stare down the hall, and growl
at NOTHING after my human has finished watching "The X-Files".
When my human is taking a bubble bath, the two pinkish-brown things
sticking up out of the bubbles in her chest region are NOT to be played
I will not fish out my human's partial plate from the glass so that the
dog can "wear" it and pretend to be my human. (It is somewhat unnerving to
wake up, roll over in bed, and see the dog grinning at you with your own
I will not use the bathtub to store live mice for late-night snacks.
I will not drag dirty socks up from the basement in the middle of the
night, deposit them on the bed and yell at the top of my lungs (Burmese
LOUD yowling) so that my human can admire my "kill".
I will not knead my male human's groin at 2 a.m. with claws extended. It
seems to cause him some discomfort and he wakes up all grumpy.
I will not perch on my human's chest in the middle of the night and stare
into her eyes until she wakes up.
We will not play Herd Of Thundering Wildebeests Stampeding Across The
Plains Of The Serengeti over my humans' bed while they're trying to sleep.
Screaming at the can of food will not make it open itself.
I am a (neutered) cat, not a peacock, and prancing around with my tail
fluffed up will not make my balls grow back.
I cannot leap through closed windows to catch birds outside. If I forget
this and bonk my head on the window and fall behind the couch in my
attempt, I will not get up and do the same thing again.
I will not assume the patio door is open when I race outside to chase
I will not back up off the front porch and fall into the bushes just as
my human is explaining to his girlfriend how graceful I am.
I will not complain that my butt is wet and that I am thirsty after
sitting in my water bowl.
I will not intrude on my human's candle-lit bubblebath and singe my butt.
I will not stick my paw into any container to see if there is something
in it. If I do, I will not hiss and scratch when my human has to shave me
to get the rubber cement out of my fur.
If I bite the cactus, it will bite back.
It is not a good idea to try to lap up the powdered creamer before it
dissolves in boiling coffee.
Just because I hear voices in my head, I do not have to answer them.
When I am chasing my tail and catch my back leg instead, I will not bite
down on my foot. This hurts, and my scream scares my human.
When it rains, it will be raining on all sides of the house. It is not
necessary to check every door.
Birds do not come from the bird feeder. I will not knock it down and try
to open it up to get the birds out.
I will not stuff my rather large self into the rather small bird
feeder (with my tail hanging out one side) and expect the birds to just
I will not teach the parrot to meow in a loud and raucous manner.
The dog can see me coming when I stalk her. She can see me and will move
out of the way when I pounce, letting me smash into floors and walls.
That does not mean I should take it as a personal insult when my humans
sit there and laugh.
Yes, there are still two very large dogs in the backyard. There have been
for several years. I don't have to act as if I've just discovered the
Demon Horror Of The Universe each time one of them appears in my window.
I will not play "dead cat on the stairs" while people are trying to bring
in groceries or laundry, or else one of these days, it will really come
When the humans play darts, I will not leap into the air and attempt to
I will cease my obsession with the box my humans keep their condoms in.
This box is not for me. I will not knock it on the ground, I will not
sit on it, I will not try to scratch it open. Especially when my humans
are using the condoms.
I will not swat my human's head repeatedly when she's on the family room
floor trying to do sit ups.
When my human is typing at the computer, her forearms are *not* a
Computer and TV screens do not exist to backlight my lovely tail.
I am a walking static generator. My human doesn't need my help installing
a new board in her computer.
I will not bring the city police to the front door by stepping on the
speaker phone button and then the automatic 911 dial button.
I will not speed dial the overseas numbers.
I will not walk on the keyboard when my human is writing important emio
gnaioerp ga3qi4 taija3tgv aa35 a.
Any critter that lives in the house (hamsters) stay in the house and any
wild critters (frogs and earthworms) stay outside. I am not allowed to
set the hamster free in exchange for finding a frog to put in the fish
I will not stalk the deer in the apple orchard next door. They have sharp
hooves and could hurt me if they weren't laughing so hard.
I will not watch the guinea pig constantly as the guinea pig likes to
sleep once in a while.
The goldfish likes living in water and should be allowed to remain in its
I will not put a live vole in my food bowl and expect it to stay there
until I get hungry.
I will not eat spider plants and hallucinate behind the toilet.
I will not drag the magnets (and the papers they are holding up) off of
the refrigerator and then bat them underneath it so that they adhere to
I will learn to relax at the vet's office so they will start writing
things in my records like "Good Kitty" and "Sweet Kitty" instead of the
stuff that's there now like "MEAN!!", "BITER!!!", and "GET HELP!!!!!"
I promise I will meditate more closely upon the causal relationship
between going dumpster diving on Sunday afternoon and projectile vomiting
Monday, and being brought to the Evil Place Where They Stick Things Up My
Butt on Tuesday evening. I realize that if I hadn't done the first, none
of the other things would have happened.
I don't need to check my male human's aim in the bathroom.
I will not bat at my male human's family jewels while he is engaged in
the act of mating with my female human, no matter how tempting the
danglies are. My humans get mad and I might get free flying lessons.
I will not be miffed at my human all day and then kiss her on the nose at
2:00 a.m. to tell her that she is forgiven and can now pet me.
I will not scratch the children of lawyers, no matter how much they chase
me or how hard they pull my tail.
If I MUST claw my human, I will not do it in such a fashion that the
scars resemble a botched suicide attempt.
If I must give a present to my humans's overnight guests, my toy mouse is
much more socially acceptable than a live cockroach, even if it isn't as
I will not soak my catnip toy in the water bowl to make tea. I will not
get high and sit there drinking my tea and kneading the floor afterwards.
I will not then get delusions of grandeur and make tea in the toilet bowl
or the tub. And I will not try to make tea with used socks, dirty panties
or hair scrunchies when my humans take the catnip toy away from me.
After my (female) human has enjoyed the company of a larger, but equally
gorgeous, hairy animal, I will not leap onto the bed, smell where he's
been, and then jealously pee there to eradicate his traces.
A warm pepperoni pizza is not a good place for a nap.
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Barbara Petersen, January 2002 email@example.com