Sunday, August 30, 2009

Puddy-tats

A male friend has always called cats “pussies.” For years I expressed my disgust of the term to him, and after 23 years, I laid down my sword and took his side.

One day I was in a hurry to get out the door and leave with my daughter. Part of the leaving ritual involves getting the cats to the lower level, because I don't trust Piercing, the long-haired cat, upstairs (though I do trust Tattoo, the short hair).

As I scurried about, looking for the cats, I said to Ivy, “Where are the pussies?”

She cocked her head, squinted her eyes at me, and replied, “I think they’re in our pants.”

And so goes life at the zoo.

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2 comments:

  1. I used to hate cats because I was allergic to them. I've been taking allergy shots for a little over 3 years and now the reaction to cats has faded considerably. SO now maybe I'll get a chance to like cats! Pussies I know I already like!! XD

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  2. The word "pussy" is so much fun to say! Glad you came over to our side.

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