I expressed Willie’s anal glands this afternoon and he is TOTALLY NOT TALKING TO ME RIGHT NOW.
Me: “Can we fix this relationship with treats?”
Him: “I will happily accept your treats.”
Me: “We cool?”
Him: “I’m going to glare at you until my goldfish brain forgets what has trespassed.”
Me: “So we’ll be cuddling again in 10 minutes?”
Him: “Give or take.”
Speaking of pets, have you seen that ad where the people compare their dogs’ astrological signs?
I did that, and found out Willie/Aquarius is supposed to be “very sexy” and “intelligent.”
As much as I like to think kind things about him, alas, he inherited neither of those traits from me.