“When can I have a kitty?” I asked Joey this morning.
“When we get back from Mexico,” he said, without batting an eye.
I think he really means to let me have a kitty.
I wasn’t sure I wanted one…and now I think I do. I think I need something small and fluffy and cuddly, and Henry’s kind of looking like a rat right now due to his summer haircut. He is small, but he’s not fluffy or cuddly anymore. He’s a spaz and a half.
I’d take either one of these ones right here.
OH MY GOSH, maybe I could have for my birthday present! Then maybe I COULD get a British Shorthair…