Anyone else who tells their pets every time they leave the house that they’ll be back soon?

Men are like dogs. They’re actually cute, but having my own would be too much work for me.

When my cat gets in trouble I call him by his full name, Catthew.

My cats won’t talk to me because I came home late from work.

I can cope well with most situations. Hearing someone smack is not one of them.

Some people find it strange when you talk to your pet. I find conversations with some people much stranger.

Monsters can’t hide under my bed. That’s where my cats have their fight club.

I have an emotional support chicken roasting in the oven.

I’m just a girl standing in front of a cat who followed me to the bathroom.

I could never give up my dog, he knows too much.

If dogs ever learn to talk, I want everyone to keep in mind that mine is a big fat liar.

I yelled at my cat and the other cats yelled at me. Like wow, okay, pay my mortgage then.

If my dog knew how many photos I have of him sleeping, he’d file a restraining order against me.

So many people say they love their Roomba, but you never see them set it free.

Nothing makes me more stabby than when my husband ignores me and starts talking to the dog.

Most of my exercise comes from getting up to let the cat in and out.

My dog pisses on every election sign regardless of political party so I have no idea who he is voting for.

You don’t scare me. You’re not the evil eye I get from my dog when I make him get up from the couch so I can lay down.

Taking a dog named shark to the beach is a bad idea.

I learned that when dogs lean against you it’s their version of hugging and now every time my dog leans against me my eyes start leaking.