Someone asked me yesterday, "How do you train your cats not to scratch your furniture?"
Well, I don't.
They know the rules of the house as well as I do. What can I do?
They wait til the lights are out. They wait til we are gone. I watch G-man furiously sweeping up the dirt I've tracked in; what can I say? I have no moral weight. We can only purr and smile.
But we will never, ever, choke to death on car seats because we don't have enough work to keep us busy.
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