When we go somewhere vacation-y as a family, we like to talk about what we liked best afterward. (More often than not - meaning pretty much every time - Pic's response will be, "Everything!")
When we used to go to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, my favorite thing was always, "The otters...because they remind me of the cat." (Okay, I don't really call our older cat "the cat," but I call him a nickname that really makes little sense, so we'll call this a paraphrase.)
I really do love cats. I like animals in general, but, oh, cats. Today, Pic and I engaged in the very dangerous activity of spending time with lots of cats. Cats we could very well have brought home.
But we didn't. And C will continue to come home to us and not leave in frustration for our catlady ways. (Okay, my catlady ways. If Pic could, she'd fill our home with rabbits. That's her current passion.)
I have warned C, though, that when I grow old, I'm going to wear my hair long and free and I'm going to surround myself with cats and the kids on our street will think I'm a little old witch.
And now it's time to listen to this week's episode of Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! G'night.