Cats.

That depressing moment when you realize you now have to protect the dog from the cat, instead of the other way around, and you’re at once disgusted by your dog and yet strangely identify with her more. And she sits at your feet, and if you had cigarettes, you might both smoke them and bitch about a world in which cats are even a thing.

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