Poor ranger constantly get's referred to as a "she". I don't find it a big deal except for feeling like a b*tch when I say something like "oh, he's actually a boy...". I try to be polite as possible, but still feel bad for some reason.

I'm going to add a "Don't you hate it when..." from Ranger. Ranger says, "Don't you hate it when you're tired after a long day of chasing squirrels and long walks and then your person decides to stay up til 4am?" If looks could kill...Ranger was not impressed with me last night. He kept coming out of the bedroom to stare at me until he finally gave up, let out a big sigh, and curled up into a tiny ball in front of the fireplace. I had to drag him out of bed at 8am when we went to work and now he's asleep under my desk. To be quite honest...it's all I can do to stop from joining him.