The Sober Husband came in from driving the children to school to have a cup of coffee before work.
"While you were gone, I carried Frowst around and showed him things," I shared. (Frowsty, our most glamorous cat, enjoys being cradled in a person's arms like a baby, and he has plenty of curiosity about the world above his range of sight. Iris and I sometimes lift him up very high to show him the top shelves).
The Sober Husband considered this report. "You need another baby."
11 comments:
Oh No he di'int!
disagree. you need a small dog. that's what i'm going to get when there are no more babies, signed, joyce
cats don't talk back and banish the other kitties to hell. just saying.
I second the small dog. I have a 2 pound "taco bell" dog and he is every bit as cute as a baby but far less trouble.
A baby won't take a shit in a dark corner of you closet. Or take naps on your dining room table. Or claw the shit out of you.
Just saying.
Borrow a baby. Then give it back. Just sayin.
Honey, if you get a little dog, Bobo is going to make its life a living hell and then dismember it. (Joyce has a ginormous orange cat with a thwarted-to-date bloodlust). You gotta wait for the far-in-the-future post-Bobo era for a little dog.
Plus, babies, as cute as they are, grow into toddlers, which are far more trouble than any cat.
Ruh-roh. Tell me you're not going to book a flight to Southeast Asia or Africa in an attempt to adopt an orphaned child. Then we'd have to call you Angelina Jolie instead of Jennifer Aniston.
(Personally, I second the "borrow other people's babies" idea. Two is plenty!)
I could donate a couple cats to your cause. That way you could carry around a few, that way he won't think you're babying one.
You clearly don't need another baby as you've very cleverly sublimated your desires into a cat.
Just saying.
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