Disclaimer. I am very much an animal lover. Animals are some of my best little buddies.
However. That said.
The following are occasions when I have to try really hard to like our furry friends:
- When they eat my vegetables from the garden. (Okay, they're hungry too. Fair enough.)
- When they wake me up at 5am meowing to play. (Okay, some of us are early risers. I can respect that.)
- When they leave surprise "presents" on the floor for me to find. (Well, it's the thought that counts, right?)
- When they chew up my favorite pair of shoes. (Okay fine, I'll take the hint, eight year old sneakers are probably ready to be replaced.)
However. There is one thing that I will not tolerate, no matter how mournful those eyes are when told to "git."
I will not tolerate fame-hungry diva cats and chickens photo-bombing their way into my jewelry photo shoots. I don't care how fuzzy and adorable they are, no special treatment from me. If they want to be models, they can write to Ford or Elite like everyone else.
(Now watch they do just that, and end up being the next Fancy Feast cats or Whiskas lovebird. I guess that'll show me not to appreciate true talent!)