If anyone were to hear me talking to my cats without context, they’d think I’m a really abusive mother.
“Boys, knock it off!”
“Caspur, you’re getting awfully ballsy sticking your nose in my coffee like that!”
“Boyysss! Which one of you did this?!”
“Running away makes it worse, Loki! Get back here!”
“You little shits…”
I love them so much tho, I promise. I’m willing to spend a fortune on them to make them happy and keep them healthy (which I seem to struggle to do for myself 🥲).
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