Lucy is my cat. Or I guess it’s more fitting to say that I’m her person.

Either way, she will turn 13 next year, which makes her a teenager.

She’s already got that part down. She never listens to me when I talk to her and most of the time when I try to tell her anything, she just looks at me like, “Dude, whatever,” and walks off.

At least she’s not turning 16 yet. When that does happen, drivers of the world, beware.