My wife called me tonight. I don't know why she does this.

[jmowreader]

She's all apologetic and shit...

"Honey, my friend (insert name of friend here) is moving and she can't take her cat, it's huge and sixteen years old, I'm thinking about telling her we'll take it, but I had to call you first just to make sure it was all right."

Come on. Give me a break. She KNOWS the answer to that one. Why should she even call with a question like that?

The answer is, of course, to go get the cat. Like I would refuse another cat.

[La Lioness Priyanka]

1. aww. thats cute.

[Courtesy Flush]

2. Want another one?

We have three. Two of them are wonderful. The third likes to pee on things. It's been going on for years. You want him?

[bertha katzenengel]

3. once again

you're my kind of guy :bounce:

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

4. I don't imagine that a huge 16-year-old cat will turn out to be a flying cat.

But maybe that's just as well.

[jmowreader]

5. It's better than "as well"

Apparently this cat gets a wild hair up its ass on occasion and attacks for no reason...and two minutes later it's back to being the sweetest cat in the world.

Flying cats with randomly-inserted wild hairs up their asses are not a good combination.