Right out of the gate, let me explain that *I know* I'm crazy for thinking and acting this way (and for admitting it on the internets).
I have two pets, both of whom make my life better in so many ways.
But when I praise one, I'm secretly worried the other will hear and feel like I'm playing favorites. So when I talk to them (oh yes, I do that too. And don't you even start to tell me you don't talk to your own pets), I get really specific.
Examples:
Oh, Lola, you're my favorite... fat tabby in this whole house!
Miss Daisy, you're the prettiest... furry blue-eyed girl around.
Yes, I'm nuts. But you never know what they understand (ok, yes, we know what they understand, but I like to protect little furry feelings anyway).
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