Cat

The other day I got mad at my cat for doing something undesirable.  Then later I was like, “what am I doing being mad at a cat?  She has no idea what human rules are.  She is a less than one year old furry mushball.  She is completely alone in the universe, with a brain incapable of processing even the simplest language.  How would she possibly know what’s good or bad in a house?  To her a flushing toilet is a marvel as wondrous as the Tomb Of Jahangir at Shahdara Bagh.”