Best friends…

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“I’ve decided to adopt,” she said, taking another bite of cheesecake.

“Wow!  Congratulations.  Did you fill out an application?  Talk to anyone?”

“Not yet,” she said, sipping her tea.  “I think you do all that after you go to the shelter.”


“Yes.  I think I’ll a cat and a dog.”

“No kids?”

“Why would I ever get one of those?  I told you when we were kids that I didn’t like them.  It was hard enough being one .”

“I thought you might have changed your mind.”

“Never.  Animals are much nicer and they only scratch and bite, they aren’t like we were.”

“Good point.”

“I won’t have to buy them clothes, or send them to college.  No teachers meetings, or athletic games to drive to, or watch.  No going to the police station in the middle of the night to bail them out.  Animals are easy to feed, they don’t have a lot of friends and they’re happy to stay home.  I won’t have to get them cars, jobs and best of all, they won’t get married, have their own kids and expect me to babysit.  No nanny cams, drunk driving, drugs, tattoos of Kermit, you know.”

“You have a tattoo of Kermit.”

“THAT’S what I mean.”

“I see your point.”

“I love animals.  I don’t love kids.  They’re messy, they always want something, and they drool.”

“They only drool for a little while and some dogs drool forever.”

“I won’t get a drooler.  I would throw up all the time.”

“That’s true you would.  You look kind of sick  just thinking about drool.”

“Stop talking about it, unless you want to see what used cheesecake looks like.”


“I’m going to get an alley cat and a mutt.”

“No German Shepherd?”

“My apartment isn’t big enough for a Shepherd and I don’t have a yard,  That’s another thing about animals that’s nice…no strollers or buggies.  No car seats, or diaper bags, bottles, cribs or beds and dressers and…”

“I get it.”

“My mom will be happy.  She told me to never had kids.  She doesn’t want grandchildren. She said that if I had kids she never wanted to see them.  She said she’s still trying to get over having me.”


“Hey, I wasn’t THAT bad.”

“Yes.  Yes, you were.”

“We had fun though didn’t we,” she laughed.

“Definitely.  My mother said that it’s my fault that she aged and her hair turned white.”

“She’s right.”

“I know.”

“I’d do it again,” she snickered.  “How about you?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Will you be Goddess Mother to my cat and dog?”

“Absolutely.  Who should I invite to the shower?”

“Surprise me.”

“Are you going to name one of them after me?”

“Of course.”

“I knew you’d do that.”

“I’ve named everything after you.”

“I know,” she laughed.

“I thought that’s what are best friends were for?”

“Will they be my grandanimals?”

“I think so.  But you can call them whatever you like, as long as you remember their birthdays, come to their parties, and give them presents and treats.”

“I can do that.”

“I know you can.”

“How will you know who to bring home?”

“Whoever picks me out, I guess.”




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6 Responses to Best friends…

  1. Resa says:

    It’s all true. I have no children. (medical reasons) and I agree with this, and all the cats I have gathered into my life over the years probably do, too.
    Some of them did not have the kind of lives my cats now have. My cats are royal, and live on satin pillows.
    I believe children teach us much. My cats taught me much. I wish I had been a better person when I was young. However, my cats taught me.

    • You’ve always done the best you could and you are a good person…always. Cats are fantastic teachers. I learned so much from mine and Emily teaches me thing all the time. Cats teach positive things. Kids can make you want to jump off a tall building. Cats never do that.

  2. Oh, me too. I love it when they snuggle, until my arms or legs fall asleep and I don’t want to move to wake them up. That doesn’t happen with outside cats. But I remember. There’s a new young black cat around here. I put a bed on my front porch, in case she wants a place to stay.

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