Naw. Naw, see?My cousin had the misfortune of crashing with a friend and her husband when she was in a bind. They had a cat named "Promises" who represented "their promises of love and comittment to each other" and all that sappy stuff.When I worked at a vet's office we called people like that The PawPaw Club.
It got its name when a woman who had already been acting a little too into her cats (she mailed us a lot of pics of them, sometimes posing with her on a bed or the floor) was picking one of them up after boarding or grooming or something routine like that. My co-worker said something to the effect of "oh, we'll miss him, he's such a sweetheart." And as she was walking out, the owner looked at us over her shoulder, winked and said, "I know. And he gives g r e a t pawpaw" and left. My co-worker turned to me and said, totally deadpan and matter-of-factly, "That lady is f**king her cats."
So, yeah, sorry to say it, but your friend is f**king that dog, probably.
Anyhow, my cousin didn't really notice the husband and "Promises" in his lap every night as they all sat around watching tv. It was a while before she always noticed "Promises" furiously pouncing and attacking something in the husband's lap. I think yall know where this is going so I'll, um, stop here.
I'll just say that the "Promises'" target was in a condition that could be seen from afar. Needless to say, she did not live there long.....
I came back idk why. Can I return this knowledge?
Fool me once....