In a constant effort to slash expenses while searching for work, I’ve thought more than once about dumping the cats – you know, two less mouths to feed and all that jazz.
Relax PETA folks. Holster those wagging fingers before you start pecking out that angry email. I’m not talking about fitting them with cement kitty shoes, or sending them to “a nice farm where they can chase mice and have plenty of wide-open space to run around.” Besides, I think my kids are on to that one since they discovered that there’s no such thing as a guinea pig cruise ship. But I wonder sometimes if I’m getting a good “pleasure return” on my cat investment, and if I should consider investing that money into something else, like Chia Pets, or an expanded cable package.
To read the rest of this awesome "cat tail" (Ha! I slay myself), CLICK HERE and scroll to page 16.
There is no guarantee with cats. One thing is for sure, they'll never pull you out of the fishin' hole when you're drowning. Neither will a chihuahua, but I'm not sure that's a dog anyway. I suspect my own cats tolerate me but are not remotely grateful for being rescued from life in a Chicago alley eating out of a dumpster. That's okay. You know you love Sonny. Is he really a ginormous 27 lbs?
Posted by: Pambasilea | June 02, 2011 at 03:06 PM
Yes, he really is 27 lbs. OK, maybe he's dropped to a svelte 25.
Posted by: heyjoe | June 02, 2011 at 06:44 PM
Did he crawl into the box after eating all the cookies?
Posted by: Pambasilea | June 03, 2011 at 07:31 AM