My cat hates my OCD

In my house we have two sets of drinking glasses that are similar, but not the same; one set is more angular while the other is nicely rounded. I prefer to drink out of the rounded glasses because they are more visually pleasing and they feel nicer in my hand. I feel an actual aversion to the other glasses, though I couldn't tell you why. They're just... wrong. Those glasses are reserved for my husband who probably isn't even aware that there are two slightly different sets.

As I was lying in bed at 12:30am I heard the all-too-familiar sound of glass breaking and my anxiety spiked. I knew right away that it was one of mine because I stupidly left the smallest amount of chocolate milk at the bottom of one on the little table by the Christmas tree, and my cat is a fiend. It was disturbing to pick up the shards and vacuum up the splinters of an endangered commodity. RIP friend. Not really, but seriously.

Other weird shit: 

- I have to sip the fizz on a freshly poured soda or I'm afraid I'll get bad luck (It doesn't matter whose).

- If I touch cardboard or construction paper I then must lick my hands where it touched, because I hate the feeling so much (also, I just gagged thinking about touching construction paper).

- I once rode an elephant named Petunia in the Knoxville Zoo. That isn't an OCD thing, but I couldn't think of anything else to say and I thought there should be at least three points made in this section.