What my sister sent me

[charisstoma]

This is how my day feels.



It took me a bit to notice why you should honk for Grandma. Feeling a little slow here.




This made me grin




And this made me go Awwwwh at the same time as nodding my head because I was raised by a dog and later a cat. Dogs in my life have been friends. But the cats were the tyrants who loved me and there's 3 working on my subjugation while being the neighbors.

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[frogs_of_war]

When I was a kid, living at my grandmother's house, the cats would cuddle up to her and my uncle and ignore the rest of us.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

When we first moved in with my Mom after a life altering event, my daughter had a bunk bed, the top one. Mom's cat wouldn't let her on it. That same cat would lurk and pounce on my son as he paced back and forth thinking. Scared the heck out of him repeatedly. She was 6 pounds of loving fur that hid when the German Shepard was in the backyard while the other cat, a Siamese, threatened to rip his head off in cat language.

There are worse things than being ignored by a cat.