I had some pictures of Buster printed at Walgreen's today. When I went to get the pictures I told the young gentleman at the counter my name and he said "OH, the cat pictures". I said yes, those would be mine. He said "yup, the cat on the door, the cat in the garbage can, the cat sleeping in the chair, the cat chasing the ball" and then I cut him off. I said "my mother lives in Florida and wants to see pictures of my new kitten, you are lucky I didn't have any nude pictures of old people in there". At that he gave me a strange look and told me since this was a retirement community, he sees a lot of strange things everyday and that's getting to be a normal thing.
I'M GLAD I ONLY HAD PICTURES OF THE CAT. My husband warned me I was getting to be a geezer because I spend too much time talking about the cat. He said I should get a life away from the cat for a while. So, I asked him if he wanted to change the cat liter, scoop the cat liter, feed the cat, play ball with him and all the other things a good cat mom does? He just said