Head of House

Head of house is the top dog in the popular show “Big Brother”, but that is not the head of house that I am talking about. I am talking about the head of an average home. Now I would believe this to be myself as I am the tallest person in my house but my dad would then love to give me a taste of that white powder outside. Even then to my belief my dad is no longer the head of house. A new boss has come strutting on into our daily lives. A new curse upon our lives, that leaves us abiding by every law that she puts out. This little fur ball has a name and that is Maizy.

This little devil has come into our lives and taken control of our capacity of control. We are scrutinized by her every move. Every demand and every whim must be taken with her utmost satisfaction or we will be hit will the real life evolution of Wolverine. The problem would not be met with my rebellious tone if Master Maizy didn’t require a twenty-four hour need of attention. As I am writing this essay, Maizy has already hopped onto my lap, headbutted me several times, drooled on me ( yes, my cat drools), and been the world’s most successful distraction. This is not the only thing that this curse upon my life has made me do. She requires everything to be done by someone else. Maizy pukes, someone else has to clean it up. Maizy leaves hair everywhere, someone else has to clean it up. Even her bathroom is done by someone else. This witch of a creature is a baby in the form of a cat.

What I cannot understand is that the human race is supposed to be on the top of Earth’s food chain. We’ve conquered every animal on this planet, but we fall subject to the ones that we bring into our house. These creatures we welcome into our house will provide almost nothing in productive nature and yet we are forced to spend hundreds maybe thousands of dollars upon these “pets” each year. I will guarantee that if someone broke into my house, Maizy would run away into whatever are her areas of the house she has claimed. These are the problems I have faced bringing this accursed beast into my family’s home. The one thing that I know though is that with all the needy specifications that this creature requires, my life would not be complete without the furry bugger. If we didn’t go out and pick this hairy devil up, I do not know what life would of been like.