I and Carolyn were talking early this morning about owning cats. She finds it hard to believe that I once had a total of three cats at one time. She is a big cat person.
“What happened to your cats?” She asked me.
“I found them all good homes when I moved down here to take that research job at the University,” I replied.
“Didn’t that break your heart to give them away?” She asked me concerned.
“No, I was tired of cleaning those goddamned litter boxes,” I replied. “All they did was shit and eat and lick their asses. At least, Maggie has enough sense to let me know when she needs to go out.”
“Watch your language!” Carolyn told me as she laughed. “You can have such a potty mouth sometimes, but litter boxes are a pretty bad deal though.”
“I will never own another cat,” I replied.