August 16, 2017
My landlady has weird ideas about cats. She said she had a special treat for me. I’m thinking oh boy, oh boy, I’m getting a cat! Then I’m thinking, why are we driving for an hour just to get me a cat? Then we get to the, ahem, “treat” and it turns out to be a beach. She kept barking, “go ahead, run, it’s OK!” I guess she wanted me to chase the birds. I would have said, “Sweetie, cats can’t fly. Those are sea gulls,” but dogs can’t talk. Good thing. You know how emotional she gets when you tell her she’s wrong.
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