The Push to Reproduce
August 18th 2009 21:00
It was your typical family dinner. My parents kept asking me when I was going to find a nice guy, get married and have a kid. I told my parents I didn’t want to get married or have children. They didn’t look happy.
“You’ve never wanted children, ever?” asked Andrea, my best friend when I relayed the conversation to her.
“Nope,” I said. “I told my parents I want cats.”
“There you go,” said Andrea, starting one of her wise cracks. “Bring a cat to your parents’ house and go, “Mum, this is your grandchild.” “Miaow,” says the cat. You say, “Yes, Mum, this is your grandchild.” “Miaow,” says the cat again.”
Imagine how sweet that would be. I arrive with a small bundle in my arms. I have Butterscotch wrapped in a baby’s blanket. Curious, my parents peer at the bundle to see a small furry face looking back at them. Butterscotch’s almond-shaped eyes look around in wonder. He lets out a purr. Mum and Dad, meet your grandson.
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