When DH and I drive into work, there is this wonderful looking home that we spot every morning. It has a lovely chess set in the window. Now, every time I pass it I think, "There is NO way that family has cats. That wouldn't last 30 seconds in my apartment."
It's so weird that after two years of having a fur baby in my life I constantly think about them and what would be best for them. Anyone else?
It's so weird that after two years of having a fur baby in my life I constantly think about them and what would be best for them. Anyone else?