She also ensures that every black pair of pants I own looks like a yeti exploded in a yarn factory. It’s not negligence. It’s interior design. She is simply redecorating me.
And when I finally give up on the left corner of the couch and sit on the floor instead, she will eventually jump down, walk a slow circle around my lap, and curl up with a deep, rattling purr. Frisky having her way
There is a certain point in every pet owner’s life when you have to admit the truth: You don’t own the pet. The pet owns you. She also ensures that every black pair of