I am sitting here drinking coffee on MN, using a precious 5 minutes that I have to myself before I have to go back to work chasing sheep for DH. It is precious me time.
My cat is a big Bear of a cat Bengal cross who spends his days ratting our farm sheds. He has just delivered me his latest offering of a dead rat.
Because I have not responded in the manner he deems appropriate (which is to jump up and down with excitement and tell him how wonderful he is for catching the rat) he is currently spiking my bum with his claws through the back of my office chair and yowling.
FFS - I've told him I'm drinking my coffee and messing about on MN. He's just not listening. AIBU to chop his paws off and tell him to fuck off? In my defence, his claws are very long and sharp and very painful when spiked in my bum. He's also a twat with a complete sense of entitlement. In his defence, he's very good at ratting our sheds. when he's not sleeping on my bed