Sometimes I just stare at my cats and try to figure them out. They greet us at the door like dogs, crave attention CONSTANTLY, and always want to be around ME, but not at the same time because they hate each other. I just stare at them and wonder how their personalities developed into what the are... did I make Phillippe neurotic, or is it part of his wacky feline DNA? does Sally really love me to pieces or does she just like the warmth? do they remember anything that happens to them or do they just live in their retarded little moments? and how clean does licking yourself REALLY get you?
cats are weird.
I need a dog.
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