One of my biggest goals as a parent is to ensure that my daughter doesn’t become an ax murderer. Responsibility to society, yada, yada. You understand. And getting the cats was supposed to help with that. You have to feed pets, play with them, be nice to them. The problem is, our entire family gets great pleasure out of torturing them. They’re just so EASY. They’ll do anything. Including attempting to covertly eat mac ‘n’ cheese, not to mention spicy ‘oriental crackers’ from Trader Joe’s, but that’s another story.
So, not only do we allow Sally to put the cats in compromising situations (though, in her defense, they often sit their fluffy behinds right on the situation), but we laugh and photograph it. It’s just a hop, skip and a jump to ax murder.