So for the first time in ages my beasts have no fleas, bugs, lice, scabs and so forth, you name it, so I sat down yestereve to have a good play-tussle with them all and it was lovely. I called out to G to come to see how cute we were. The moment he stepped into the room the entirety of my menagerie ran over to him and only cuddled with him thereon. 

I feed them. I walk them. I pet them. I talk to them. I take their photos and post them on the 'Gram. 

But no. Unsterilised bitches. They need a man. Misogyny at its worst. The only one who truly loves me for me is the mould forming in the sink.