So, given the source, take it with a grain of salt, but the truth is cats are jerks.
I've known this for a while. My cats, however, think I am totally unaware of this.
Take this morning. I get out of the shower to get affection-dive-bombed by both of them.
I know what the score is. Once that wet cat food is down, Snugglefest 2014 is over.
Sadly for the cats, I'm also aware of "The Oxygen Mask Theory." This is the very wise dictum given by airline staff that, in the event of an emergency, you have to put your own oxygen mask on before you can begin helping anyone else.
This is great advice, that applies to almost every situation. You see to your own needs, and when you're stable, THEN you can go about helping others.
Sometimes it's something I struggle with. I like helping people, and often have a tough time saying no, not today, or that it's time for bed for me.
But my cats, my dear, lovely, selfish, asshole cats, are amazing reminders of the truism that it's okay, even necessary, to say "no" or "later" to others. Despite Yang's incredibly large eyes, and Yin's heartfelt meowing and purring, I know that they will not, in fact, expire from starvation if I take the time to shave and brush my teeth.
I'm grateful for this knowledge. My cats think it sucks. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a toothbrush waiting for me.