Christyballs Greycat!
My cat is evil. No, seriously. I spoil her like a human child and oftimes even call her my “daughter,” but unlike a human child she is independent, wise beyond her years, and easy to deal with. On the other hand…she is also schizophrenic, yowls incessantly at invisible demons that apparently like to hang out on the surfaces of otherwise blank walls and in random corners of the ceiling, and has massive temper issues (even worse than mine). She has a designated “Angry Table” where she goes when severely pissed, and gods forbid you disturb her while she’s sitting on it: you might as well just stick your arm into a woodchipper. But she’s cute, and therefore immune to all prosecution of punishment. I’ve confirmed the sobering truth of an old adage: you don’t own a cat, the cat owns you.
It’s still a million times better than being married or having REAL kids, though.
A moment of repose.
“The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!”
A moment after this picture was taken, I lost my left eye.
