Andrew has a cat called sprinkles and it sheds it fur like there's no fucking tomorrow, you think its likes you and its being affectionate when it jumps on your lap, so you pat it and it purrs a little bit, but then it hops off, and you've got a fucking toupee stuck to your lap.
Then again I did swing this cat around by its hind legs and tried to get it to smoke a cigarette. Karma does exist.
I bought a dog a few months ago, because, well I could. My fiance' has a dog so I just figured it was my god given right to even things out. Sooooo, a few hundred dollars later and numerous vet visits I have a untrained, leg humping and carpet pissing dog. He's not a dumb dog, so when he does something he does it just to spite me.
I figured out a lot of things concerning nintendogs and an actual living, breathing, shitting animal, I had huge plans to make labelled diagrams on how nintendogs differs from real dogs and all that, but, see, when I plan something in my head I don't realise how much effort I'm going to have to put into it.
Maybe tomorrow. Seeya.