I don’t doubt it.
I’m sitting here finishing my second Vesper martini watching my step-daughter’s cat eat the dog’s food knowing he’ll be puking it up on the couch later.
But, I don’t care.
Because I’ll be making my step-daughter clean the mess.
I’ll make sure to tell her that her cat looked really cute as he was..ACK....ACK....HORK....WHORK.....
I know that special sound cats make. Especially at 2am.