Not that he’ll heed it.
The world’s most perfect cat has one terrible habit. She likes to chew on cords and cables and ribbons. She’s killed dozens of pairs of headphones, and all my fancypants books with ribbon book markers have been wrecked by her.
All your dog bed are belong to Polly.
I bought that mat for myself, but Piglet commandeered it, and I could hardly argue.
When your staff interrupts you while you’re cleaning your knives.
Occasionally they put aside their mutual antipathy long enough for me to snap a photo.
I can’t turn my back for two seconds, without Piglet getting into things.
Piglet will climb all the way to the top of the bookshelves, if I don’t tell him to knock it off.
Little fattypants cat has commandeered the bed on top of the dog’s crate. Occasionally Piglet will sneak in with her, but he has cooties, so she doesn’t encourage him.