... she learns how to sit on command. I swear to God, people. She did it. This morning. Like FOUR times.
My cat can sit. On command. Like a dog. Like the dog I've always wanted. So I can take it for car rides and drop it off at the dog park to frolick with the other pups. And bark when it has to be let outside. And get smear marks on the windows from its wet nose.
My cat is a dog.
Also, in other news, I've decided to name the new cactus character that has graced my apartment Professor Prick. The Professor part was of my own doing, Prick was a suggestion of The Sister.
And there you have it: a cat who sits on command and a Prick.