Most of my life growing up I had a cat. When I say most, I mean most. I got my first cat when I was two and had at least one cat all the way until I got married.
Of course, I would have to meet and marry a guy was is allergic to cats. (Blast you, allergies!!) It was so awful when I had to move without my kitty. The sweetest, most wonderful, kindest kitty I've ever met. (She's NEVER hissed at me, never, not once.)
Well, yesterday we were visiting some stores, running around, trying to accomplish some things on the to do list. After dinner we decided to take the Kiddo to PetCo and let him look around.
We saw fish, lizards, snakes, frogs, birds, hamsters, mice, a guinea pig and ferrets (I was going to combine the last four into "rodents" but I decided to list them out. Gross!)
By the time we had gone all around we had lost J. So, I called him to find out where he was and he said he was at the front of the store with the cat. I didn't know there was a cat! The Kiddo and I made a beeline for the Kitty.
We stood there and played with the Kitty (is that evil?) for a while until we had to leave. In the car J said "I really like that cat."
It was a very sweet Kitty Cat, I wanted it. Then he said HE wanted it! Then I had to do something that was like torture for me (okay, not really but it was still awful). I had to talk him out of getting the sweet, adorable, fuzzy kitty.
"No Baby, we can't get the fuzzy kitty because you'll die." (Not so extrememe but close.) It was awful, I want my Kitty back!!!!