Originally posted by: Whoozyerdaddy
Originally posted by: Mike
Originally posted by: Whoozyerdaddy
My brother is single and has three cats... and lives in San Francisco. He occasionally has a girlfriend. Or, I should say, he occasionally has a date. He also started smoking when he was 23.
My dad is single and has nine cats (used to be ten... one died). He's got three divorces under his belt so I'm pretty sure he's playing for the home team.
I have a dog. And a fiance. And family members that I try not to think about too much.
I think when someone gets to that magic # of
9 cats I think the family is obligated to step in and do someting. Your dad is going to be like the crazy cat lady on The Simpsons.
Y'know. It started innocently enough... like most things I suppose. His second wife had three cats in her office. When they split he took the cats. He met his third wife and she had two of her own. Five. They adopted one.
Then took in his sister. Seven. They were dog-sitting for me and he dug a kitten out of a snowbank when they were walking him. Eight. I'm not really sure where nine and ten came from...
Is this a plea for grandkids?