Will I ever learn to say no?

As a continuing testament to the Sauron-esk power my daughter holds over me I present the following picture.


I dare any man to look into those big blue eyes and deny the request, “Daddy, can I have a yellow kitty?”

His name (though we have been instructed by our princess overlord we are to call it a her) is McKay Cat. And I think it’s feet have touched the ground a total of 15 minutes in the 24 hours we have had “her”.

Where is my Mt. Doom? What small hairy footed creature will save me from this servitude? How long must I toil in the shadow of her dominance over my will? I mean look at her…


…well maybe save me a little later.