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?”
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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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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
ReplyDeleteThe word "pussy" is so much fun to say! Glad you came over to our side.
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