Do you think I’m making a mountain out of a mole hill? Isn’t it the thin end of the wedge when your husband is so entranced by a close friend’s conversation (my friend, not his) that he doles out cat treats to one of our cats and then, while still chatting to the friend, shakes out a couple for me.
So, not only am I occupying the position of ‘pet’ in our household, I am, further, a subordinate pet. So not even at the top of the ladder here.
There’s being taken for granted and there’s being given Dreamies.
I am considering my options. The first thing that presents itself is taking a crafty nip out of his hand while he’s snoring. I’ll let you know how that goes.