My new "pet"

Animal neglect is a serious crime. But so far, I've faithfully fed, cleaned, and played with Pookie--at the expense of my real pets who have licked their water dish dry and whose litter box stench reaches space.

No, Pookie is not imaginary; nor is she a pet rock (I wish I could have jumped on that money-making scheme.). She is my virtual pet in Pet Society, a game by playfish that I found on Facebook. I usually don't embrace the same things as mainstream pop culture, but the addictive quality of this game as well as the cute animal appeal lurred me in.

So, why am I ignoring my real pets for Pookie? Well, Pookie doesn't mind when I dress her in people clothes. Mowis didn't even like when I put a bow tie around his neck. She can also drink margaritas and play the guitar. Also, when she poops, I don't have to smell it.

I'll admit I'm pathetically addicted to the game. It's sort of Simsesque. I love games like this where I can earn money, design characters, and remodel a house. Not to mention the rewarding/guilty feeling of dragging my friends into my addiction.

For those of you who are thinking about reporting me to the Humane Society, I do feed my cats--just not when I'm racing on Pet Society.