Hello, Wife
December 19th 2011 21:00
That’s it. I’ve decided to make the GTC my wife. We see each other so often we may as well be married. I say good morning to her when I am on my way to work. If I have time, I even give her a stroke. And then I say good night to her when I see her on the way back home after a long, long day at work. I will even give her a stroke or two but not too many; this cat is not one that tolerates too much physical contact. That said, lately she’s been good. She hasn’t tried to bite or scratch me for a couple of months. Nor have I seen her thumping her tail for a while.
Now that it’s summer, all my wife seems to do is sleep while I am out earning the big bucks. I don’t get how she can enjoy doing this when she’s already covered in fur. Surely she must be boiling. In summer, I’m boiling even when I’m naked.
Fred has the same problem, “I hate summer,” he says. “In winter, if it’s too cold you can put more layers on. But in summer, what do you do when you’re naked and you’re still hot?”
Whenever he says that, I like to add, “It’s not as if you can take your skin off.”
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