Still Laughing.

Still Laughing.

So this happened.

My daughter asked me if we trained pets or if pets train us. I asked her what made her ask me this.

She proceeded to tell me that, the cat meows, we feed her. She meows again and we let her outside. We clean her litter box. We give her milk. Pretty much she gets whatever she wants.

I agreed that the cat has it pretty good and we should all be so lucky.

She looks at Cookie and says... When I get a boyfriend he better treat me like I treat the cat.

I laughed so hard, tea came out of my nose.

Kira looks at me and says. I'm serious.

I'm still laughing.