Be Careful What You Put Out There, Non-Cat People

Two Several months ago, I shared with the entire universe, the reasons I am not a cat person.  I think it is worth mentioning that I know for sure my husband read the post.

I am working on a post about some ‘obvious secrets’ to a happy marriage.

I digress.

Literally, hours after hitting the publish button.  I found myself and my husband here.

The man is not a shopper.  He doesn’t go here, but we were without teens, so he knew no one would be pressuring him to get an animal today.

So we go in to let Small Fry and I look around.

And we see this.

 And the man stands there looking at me with one eyebrow cocked and a pleading expression.

“He looks so much like Howard.”

Yeah.  I will not clean a cat box.

“His bob tail is the only difference.”

He is charming.  I will not clean a cat box.

“What do you want to do?”

Not clean cat boxes.



I haven’t had to clean it.


I am linking this post with parenting BY dummies for Wordful Wednesday.






  1. Sucker.

    But hey, as long as you don’t have to clean the cat box.

  2. Oh, yeah…he reeled you riiiiiight in.

    I don’t have (and have never loved) cats. But my neighbor asked me to watch after there’s while they were gone.

    At their place.

    Anyway. Knot in my throat with each cleaning. And yes, a little dry heaving.

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