When I was at Rosie’s I saw something grey pop out of the corner of my eye. It was a kitten. She hid the toys from me so I would be surprised. Once I spotted the first one she ran upstairs and grabbed the 2nd one and brought it down and put it on my chest. It was nice. I quickly remembered why I hate house pets: they shed. I don’t like hair on my clothes. I’ll only own a pet when I have a backyard. Outdoor is the only way.
I came across this picture recently and thought: 1.) Older Brother Duke was an animal lover and knew that cats relax when they’re scratched near the tail, 2.)Younger Brother Baloney was just excited to have a live animal on his lap, 3.) I have always been leery of things that shed. They’re messy.