Don't get me wrong.
I love my family. My two daughters are the sunshine of my every day. My sister - a mirror image of myself and a loving opportunity to change and improve at every turn. My boyfriend - the love of a lifetime - generous, kind and gorgeous. I'm a lucky person.
But then, there is the unconditional love of the four-legged, scratching, fighting, barking, bed-hogging, disgusting breathed, neurotic furballs that shadow my every move, every day.
My daughters can ask for 30 things a day from me; my animals ask for only 3 - love, food, and "Help, Mom! I'm on the wrong side of the door, again."
Don't get me wrong. I love my family, but oh those animals. They know how to steal my heart without a word.
The race is on for my greatest affection and I admit, it's looking like a 'photo finish.'
Gotta run...the litter box is calling my name.
**Tomorrow: Donald disappears without filing a flight plan.
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