Happy Father’s Day to my dad, who doesn’t know about my blog and will probably never read this. Dad, ever since I was a little girl, you….
Wait, I’m just gonna call him.
The other day, when I looked at my cat from across the room, she shot me a look so hateful I’m convinced she was judging me. Cats are so uppity sometimes, ammiright?! With their prissy walks the way they stand and stare blankly when you call them.
I have no way of knowing exactly what terrible thoughts her cat mind thinks about me everyday, but I can guess.
So here, in no special order, are some reasons my cat might be judging me on any given day:
“You have really nice kitties” – my 4-year-old niece