It is time for me to admit, I am not in charge of my household. Today I realized that the pets have taken over. The only reason I go to work everyday is so that I can continue to feed their addictions. For Jenny its rope bones, Garra only wants cat candy and tops to pop bottles and for The Fluffster, hand over the catnip and no one will get hurt. After they are satisfied, then it is fine that I take care of other minor incidentals, like the mortgage, electric and heat. I am only their servant around the house. When I even begin an activity that doesn't completely revolve around them, they are quick to make sure to walk on it, under it, or in front of it, so my attention has to go back to them. It's unbelievable. Garra and Fluffer even insist on taking up at least 3/4 of the bed, including most of the pillows. Garra doesn't care so much for the basket I gave her for her toys, instead she would much rather use my shoes!!! And Jenny has claimed the couch I got for Christmas as hers. I can sit in the rocking chair, that's fine with her. She's just a little beagle, but she has a way of stretching out and only leaving about 1/2 a cushion for me. I've been thinking maybe I should add a room on as my servants quarters so I can have some space to call my own.
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