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Originally Posted by lestatar
^ oh Stichawl, stop it. So obvious you absolutely adore your feline companion. And clearly she has a wonderful personality.  |
Well yeah... But that doesn't mean I can't bitch about her, right? I mean, I love my wife too, but there are days, and then there are days... But in all fairness, my wife doesn't vomit in my bedroom slippers. Usually.
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Although that Pet Rock thing does have its advantages... 
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No feeding, no litter box to clean, easy as heck to train to 'Stay!' Never runs out the front door or vomits in your slippers, etc., etc., etc.! I picked up my pet rock in 1991 of the shore of Lake Champlain. Some sort of sedimentary stone that looks remarkably like a fossilized Oreo cookie. It's been with me every day since. Not even one Vet bill!
Stitchawl