We have two cats now.
I’m not really sure how it happened. I mean, I know the details of what transpired. I could lay it out, piece by piece, but that story is boring and doesn’t really capture the spirit of what happened.
I feel the story can be best be portrayed with a crappy Paint comic instead.
The lesson in all of this is that when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. If life gives you cats… well, don’t make cat juice. That’s gross. I can’t imagine the cats would like it either.
However, there’s no reason I couldn’t help the cats make metaphorical lemonade with the bad hand they had been dealt. I wanted cats and the cats needed a home. Voila! Metaphorical kitty lemonade!
Kyle pretends to be a long-suffering victim in all of this. Whatever. He supposedly hates cats but I have evidence to the contrary:
- He takes an inordinate number of selfies with both cats.
- He built them a cat tree
- He lets a 3lb kitten sleep in his beard.
Quite obviously, this is hate made manifest. (I need the ability to convey rolling my eyes super hard on blog posts)
Even if you aren’t swayed by this argument, I feel Kyle and I are pretty even. That jerk gave me pink-eye two weeks ago because he refused to go to the doctor. Two days of infected eyes equals twenty years of cats. 😀