And the last image in their teeny tiny little brains is that of the person they love wielding a meat cleaver toward their teeny tiny little necks.
I'm just sayin' is all...
Heh heh...well, this is true...but at least it isn’t torment day in and day out. Most of the time their biggest concern is the disappearance of their feed dish whenever I take it out for two minutes to re-fill it. Talk about dramatics. You’d think it was the end of the world.