Okay, I brag on my cats like other people brag on their children.
Tallulah. Is. Awesome.
Keats is awesome too, but she is at that "whatever" stage. You know - -"whatever, I want, but I am not gonna entertain you" stage.
Last night, David and I were watching the end of the Masters.
Keats was taking in some hot air from the refrigerator, and Tallulah was somewhere in the back of the house.
All of a sudden, Tallulah, carrying her collar in her mouth, comes into the living room. She jumps on the ottoman and drops her collar in front of David.
Tallulah: Uh, Daddy? This came off. You need to put it on.
She sits on the ottoman and waits for David to put the collar on her.
Tallulah is a cat.
Cats don't do that.