I have to wonder if he likes dogs better than he likes me:
Hanging out with Destructo Dogs that like to eat blankets? No problem.
Treating the one who feeds him with respect? Not today or ever.
In fact, he just drank coffee out of my cup. I don’t have a recent picture, so I’ll share an older one. Note the rubber band around the phone; it’s the only thing that keeps him from knocking the receiver off. He likes to hear the nice lady say (over and over and over again), “If you would like to make a call, please hang up and dial again.”
How do I continue to love a beautiful creature who thinks ruining my work is a game?
He curls up with me at night, his purr is my peace, and I forgive all he has done during the day.
