I mean, Bearnie kinda is, in the sense that I have to feed him special food, give him special meds twice a day, he pukes on me if I'm not careful, and he costs so much money to keep alive.
the others, not so much, but Bearnie? Dude is like the ultra fast child I didn't friggen ask for.
I'm sick. I'm hungry. I ate my food so fast I'm now going to vomit on you. My asthma is acting up. Mom. Mom. MOM. I DON'T WANNA TAKE MY PILL, I'M GONNA SPIT IT ON YOU NOW BITCH! I'M NOW GOING TO DRINK TOILET WATER AND OPEN THE FRIDGE! MOM! HELP I'M STUCK NOW!
He's lucky he's cute. I could be buying so many fun things, and instead I spend my yay money on cat inhalers, steriods, and bladder pills. Yay.