Khalista has gotten comfortable in our home, which also means she’s bored and a little anxious. So when the boo and I leave for work, we keep her in the kitchen, where there’s lots of room, an easy-clean linoleum floor, food, water, and chew toys galore. Last night, I came home to this scene:

The boyfriend compares us to jailors.

I can haz hot dog plz?