“and marion, “dearest,” it doesn’t surprise me at all that you don’t like cats…”
Taz, yeah, you’re reclining on the couch scraping the bottom of the half-gallon of ice cream, your waist is growing thicker and thicker…your husband comes in and shoots you a stern look, but the cat will not bother you at all. Most importantly, said cat won’t bother your ice cream.
So, yeah, CATS. What’s not to love?…
You don’t have to walk him, you don’t have to give him a bath, you don’t have to exercise him, just easy, easy, easy…
