Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
the bartender has cut me off
Today I took some foster kittens in to get booster shots.
"I want to keep this one," I artlessly confided to the head of my rescue.
"Well, I'm sure you can't," she said dismissively.
So you're competent to nurse the weakest and most fragile kittens back to health, but you "can't" care for a healthy adult cat? This makes perfect sen….no, no, it makes no sense at all.
She's cutting me off, like a good bartender! I adopted 2 foster ferals last year for a total of 4 permanent cats here, and everyone knows the Sober Husband is often fed to the teeth with the cats.
He eats cats? Hmmm... Are they tasty? There's a bunch of stray kittens running around my house.
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