Sometimes I DO ignore Gibbs and Ziva (but they always get even).
I don’t spend the majority of my paycheck on cat gifts and toys. But, really, who else would get the kids a toy called Marie Rattoinette? Huh?
*sheepishly, they agree*
You know, I’ve had other cats before you. It is the way it is in the life of a feline lover. You both would have loved fat Willie (he was a beautiful soul), although the Queen would have had to spar with him over food.
I promise, I will not burden you with a dog. At least for now.
While I want to shower you two with love and attention upon demand, there are times when I have my hands full with other responsibilities, like cooking bacon for breakfast or chicken for my lunch the next day…
*pause* *light bulb moment*
Oh, wait a minute, now I get it. I smell like bacon and chicken.
Finally, I don’t always adhere to #10.
Hey kids, it’s hard enough keeping myself happy. Now you expect me to be the good mom all the time…to pet you, feed you, get up when you’re hungry, leave you alone when you’re tired, buy lots of toys and treats, never take you to the vet, never yell or tell you to get off the counters, love you forever and always let you do what you want? Really?
Sorry, but you’re still going to the vet, you can’t always do what you want and Gibbs has to stay off the counter.
*Ziva gives an “Iwillsuperficiallyagreewithyou nod*
*Gibbs has found his way to the kitchen and is looking up*
*Human reviews the cat commandments and heaves a heavy sigh*
Happy Commandment Caturday!