I’m sorry, we need to take a short break from horses to appreciate that my boyfriend’s cat has a treadmill, and she will only run on it if she has an audience.
“people should be ashamed by what makes them happy instead of entirely different things making them happy”
The act of legitimately loving the companion animal you willingly adopt into your household being referred to as “sick and disturbing” is wild enough, but the idea that my dog, who cries with joy whenever I come home, likes to be tucked into bed with a mountain of stuffed animals and considers everyone she meets a potential friend, would rather “chase down something in the woods and rip its still-beating heart out” because reading Jack London in 8th grade convinced this idiot that thousands of years of domestication is actually fake is absolutely the funniest thing I’ve read all year.
I don’t know what makes a cat worse than a child, at least a cat can be unsupervised when it’s four years old, and it won’t get fuckin cheerios everywhere or smear peanutbutter on my walls, and I don’t have to send it to college.
“How badly must they want real grandchildren, instead of pet-sitting an attention-smothered dog?”
How are someone else’s unrealistic expectations my problem? And I wouldn’t ask my folks to pet-sit the cats in the first place.
“How much grief must they feel watching their child waste her parental instincts on an animal while they’re forced to play along in the couple’s sick and disturbing charade?”
Please explain to me why I should give a shit about someone else projecting their desires onto my body.
Friendly reminder: by “please explain,” I mean “kindly fuck off.”
Does this dude have any clue how much more money and energy it takes it takes to raise a human child?
Ah yes, my violent wolf-pet, who used to sort his toys into different groups before he herded them, and says bless you whenever someone sneezes. He’s a killer, allright.
I have a cat who is almost 3, and everybody in the family calls me “mommy” when referring to her (”go find your mommy”) and we call my mom “grandma” (”you want grandma to give you treats, baby?”)
Jab loves robots 