I watch movies like this and I want to adopt another animal.
But then I'm forced to remind myself that this week Mia urinated on a shirt I left on the floor. What's worse is that I then proceeded to wear the shirt and walk around for half the morning wondering who and what smelled so bad.
After about three hours wearing the shirt, I finally figured out it was my own sleeve. It was me that smelled so bad.
Yeah, my hands are already full.
I need to stop leaving my clothes on the floor.
I need to stop wearing clothes off the floor.
No more pets.