Lately, my husband has developed a hobby of sorts: Pointing out all the “similarities” between myself and our cat, Peach.
According to him, Peach and I exhibit a lot of the same mannerisms, although I have no idea what he’s talking about. We’re nothing alike. NOTHING.
I mean, first of all, we like to curl up and watch people from completely different places.
Secondly, neither of us enjoys reading.
And it’s not like we’re both bothered by having our stomachs tickled.
And my disgruntled face looks NOTHING like Peach’s.
SEE?? I’m not like my cat at all. Psssh. Men.
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