Brett’s Guilt
September 15th 2011 21:00
My holidays have come and gone with no conjugal visit. My poor husband and his best friend must think I have abandoned them. Ditto Brett as he has not been visiting them.
“I’ve decided to cut myself off from them,” he said. “Every time I go down Flinders Street I get emotional as it brings back the memories of all the good times I had with them. I feel so bad about giving them up. They’re my boys but I can’t provide a home for them. They’re the best cats and such good friends. And yet, animals remember you but they also adapt quickly.”
“You did the right thing,” I said. “It’s not like you dumped them on the street like some people. You left them to a vet. That said, my friend is still keen to take them.”
It was then I asked him how he brought Butterscotch home after he found him after he was missing for about a week,
“Did you put him in a carrier or did you simply carry him home?” I asked.
“I carried him home.”
“Weren’t you scared he would escape?”
“By stage he was so glad to see me he ran into my arms and let me carry him home.” How cute. How loving. Who said cats are dumb?
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