Yes, I am a grown woman of 52 or 53 not sure and don’t care but I have finally accepted the fact that I am no longer the boss of my own domain. I got this crazy bitch running around here chasing flys and eating them, she thinks my chest is her specific playground and nap place. She has pissed in every potted plant I have and at night she insists on playing with my toes and she still has her nails. She is such an ungrateful little bitch as I saved her from the pound. But just like any kid, she just takes me for granted, give me water, food and clean my litter box is all she wants. Isn’t it amazing how our pet’s control our lives? Have to be home by ten mcgregor needs his insulin shot, or we talk to our dogs and actually act like they are talking back. Older people are really crazy about their pets, they put special blankets on the couch for them, buy them clothes, stairs to get up on the blanket on the couch, feed them chicken cut up in bite size pieces. I think most people get love from their pets and not their spouses, look at the fight over pets in divorces. I must say, I loved my dogs more than my husband, there it’s out in the open what a terrible wife I was, damn now I feel better. Ya, I took care of him like a nurse and we became best of friends, but lovers? LOL not a chance in hell. So here I lay with my companion and my pain in the ass all day as she follows my every move and starts running around almost tripping me. She is a riot, yes Ms. Khloe is a trip and she makes me laugh which is good. She is great company and so sweet.
As you can see even Khloe needs a view xanax to get through the night as the house is a crazy ward all by itself.