This shot summarizes the love-hate relationship I share with my cat.

This is the cat that I spent a while politicking for with the wife. This is the cat that I drove 3 hours north for, with an infant and a 3-year-old (at the time). This is the cat that turned on me.

My wife who never wanted the cat, has this odd little relationship with her (our cat). The cat (Maria) is in our room just before my wife wakes up, every morning. They have a little sink-time ritual. Maria sits on the side of the sink while my wife gets ready. It drives me crazy, I don't like animals that close to me when I am getting ready.

Right now, the cat & I are on good terms. She has been groomed recently (It was a PaD photo a few weeks ago) and I seem to like her more as a lap cat when she isn't shedding clumps of fur all over me.

Maria will bite my kids toes when they are at the kitchen table eating. This is sometimes funny and sometimes a royal pain (she will really bite at times). I have two of my 3 kids kind of on my side regarding Maria (from time to time).

No resolution is possible, we will go on existing in this household, giving each other a safe distance. She will continue to glare at me while curled up at my wife's feet on the couch. I will continue to call her fancy names. . .

(Please note, no cats were harmed in the making of this photo and this text)