Opus 2021-338: Love in Action

I seriously question the sanity of animal lovers.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not an animal hater.  I am an animal tolerator.  That has become necessary because my wife and daughter are cat lovers.  I attribute it to the taint of French blood.  It gets really serious because my granddaughter is also a cat lover, at three and a half.  I am resigned to my fate.

I watch this cat I am tasked with.  It belongs to my granddaughter.  We have it with us to make their move from the east coast a bit easier.  There was no question of caring for it.  The little one wants it.  It is done.  The cat seems to have adopted me.  It follows me around and sleeps on my bed.  It seems to think I actually care about it.

Yes, I pet it and scratch its chin.  I feed it and now I am responsible for the litter box.  It pays me back by throwing up on the carpet and yowling at the most irritating times.  I thought about adding cat allergy to my prayer list but the one to go might not be the cat.

Animal lovers probably leave the baking powder out of their cookies too.

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