The whole family got into a fight today when we started talking about the cat. I started when I told my dad that he should pay the monthly service fee for this gps system I got for the cat. I thought he should pay for it because he locked the cat outside and because of that, we needed to take measures to prevent him from running away (twice actually. But I didn’t know it at the time.) He wasn’t agreeing with me so I started to yell at him. Which was probably the wrong approach. I should have just convinced him by showing him my tits.