Apparently, Mother has been spending a lot more time with her cat, Mr. Smothers, than with me. Not only waking hours, but he gets to snuggle all night long if he wishes. I bet she even gives him cookies then, too...
Why would she want to wake up each morning to a psychotic little carnivore that tries to cut off her oxygen when she could wake up to a face like this every day?
Of course, some days I do wake up on the wrong side of the bed...
I'm not perfect.
But neither are you, Mother. Neither are you.
And I'm certainly better than a cat.
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Apparently your mother's camera situation is sorted out. :DReplyDelete
(picture number three makes me think you should be careful throwing around the word psychotic...)