The world is made for dogs and cats

We have two dogs and a cat. My life pretty much revolves around their every need. The cat likes to go outside around 5 a.m. and she will stare into our faces as we sleep peacefully in bed and cry until we do, as she desires. One of our dogs likes to put his face in yours, nose to nose and stay there for eternity. The other wants to be at your side always. The only place she will not follow is the bathroom for fear of a bath. The cat kills birds hands them down to the dogs and watches from the fence as the beagle devours it and the big dog barks. The trash is dragged through the house daily and Barbie dolls are mauled everywhere I look. Are you getting the picture? If I were a normal, sane person I would have never allowed for such chaos to enter my home. Obviously I am neither, for here I stand face to face with the mess that has ensued throughout the night. This dynamic three has sabotaged house-cleaning efforts. It would be nice in this place of my writing to get sappy and say I don't know what I would do without them, but quiet frankly I do know. I would have my feet up with a cup of coffee in hand enjoying myself. Instead I am mopping the floor of coffee grounds that were pulled out of the trash and strewn all over the floor. I will keep my animals until death do us part. But if I am the one to outlive these creatures, as my friends and family I beg of you if I ever mention a desire for another animal remind me of this. Shake my shoulders, bar the doors, put your foot down and tell me NO!