Perceived injustice

Heard from the next room a few minutes ago:

m: Mom! Laurel and her cat were mean to me and my cat!

l: Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Meggie hit my cat!

m: Bad, mean kitty! Bad, mean kitty!

The thing is...both cats are imaginary. Yeah. I had to separate the imaginary cats into separate corners.

Every Sunday, we come back from church with two imaginary pets. They're usually dogs. By afternoon the imaginary dogs tend to wander off to visit someone else. But the cats seem to be sticking around.

This morning, as we were making our after-church grocery trip, we ran into one of my coworkers. The girls were walking very...slooowly, carrying their imaginary cats. She asked me, "Is it hard to get through through the store?" I said, "Sometimes. As you can see, we have an imaginary menagerie along." She laughed, "Oh, I don't think it's imaginary."

Have a peaceful Sunday.