I mean, I know that I am, but it really hit home today. We are at home, enjoying a lazy break, and this is what I encounter...
Yup, that's my Smokey...chewing on the corner of my side table.
So what do I do? Do I shoo him away? Oh, no. I grab my camera of course, and snap three or four shots. Then I shoo him away.
Then I take pictures of this...
Mind you, I'm not even mad because I'm so distracted by taking these very important photos. I was wondering, as I'm sure you are...Does Smokey feel any guilt about what he's done?
I'm going to take that as a no.