Normally, my 14 year old can't decide if she is going to be a puppy or a kitten at any given time.
Today, she has decided to be...
a velociraptor.
Which is cute and everything, but I'm trying to cook, and she is insisting on stalking her prey (me) and leaping out at them at all sorts of innoportune times.
Like when I have a sharp knife or a hot pan in my hands.
Yeah, love you, Boo, but could you maybe NOT be a dangerous predator when I'm already clumsy and putting my life in danger by cooking!