When I got home from work, Panky was rolling across the couch with his shoes on, Buckwheat demanded I unwrap her toothbrush, the kitten was huddled in the kitchen, the other cats shivered in the attic and Miss Sasha was holding the dog. I don’t have a dog. The TV was on. South Indian food was spread out across the table. So I unwrapped the toothbrush and told the kitten I was doubling her allowance.
Poor Impulse Control 
having grandchildren running around the house is always traumatic. mose takes in stride better than most dogs though. he grabs a slimy tennis ball and drops it on a kid’s lap and then looks expectantly at them.