My cat

I know everyone thinks there pet is the best. Mine may not be the best, of course I think so, but he fits me perfectly and that's all that really matters. I'm a pet person. I'd probably have a zoo if you let me. And if I ever give up on my day job, you'd find me working at the zoo. I love dogs because they have so much personality and they are just fun to hang with. But my lifestyle isn't very good for a dog. So I have Sammy. He's a Maine Coon. Which means he's a big cat that acts like a dog. Perfect for me. He's my little man. I've had him for just over 4 years. He does the weirdest shit though (probably why we work out so well). I was just cooking and he was obsessed with the bacon, which he doesn't like, but was climbing up my leg to tell me how much he wanted some. Then it was the same thing with the chicken. I came to my room and laid down on the bed and he climbed on my chest to begin chewing on my iPhone headphones. I attempted to discipline him and tell him no. This normally works but he was not thwarted this time. So I tapped him on the nose. He backed off for 2 seconds and returned. But this time when I tell him no, he braces, squints his eyes and chews away. I had to laugh. I'll be a terrible parent. I was laughing because I felt like I was watching myself. "This is what I want and no matter what you do to me, I'm going to get what I want."