A couple weeks ago I couldn’t sleep (shocking right?). I asked Steve to tell me a story – a story about us in 40 years. “Us” of course includes Kya (pup) and Ellie (big boned cat). I’ve made them both promise me that they won’t die until I’m ready to die and then we’ll all be buried together. Hmmm…that sounded sane until I read it out loud.
Steve began his story, “I’ll be in a wheelchair and you and Kya will be shuffling in walkers beside me. Ellie will be so fat by then we’ll use her as our bed.”
I’m afraid the cat is going to get a complex from all the fat jokes we crack at her expense.
P.S. Ellie – Hiding your booty under a dresser doesn’t fool anybody about its size!