Last night I dreamt that I was a mom and my kid had been removed from my home by social services. So I went down to social services to pick the brat up and was told all the babies were in back. But on my way through the office to the secret back baby room, I found all these cages filled with abandoned kittens! All meowing and sad looking. I decided to pick up a little kitty friend for Mabel the cat and just blow off the baby.
The coolest thing was that when you took a kitten home, they put it in this little pizza box carrier, with fold-out cardboard straps, so the cat couldn't jump out. Pizza boxes aren't too sturdy, you know, so this worked out very well. I woke up believing I had a new kitten and very happy I'd done the right thing leaving my baby behind.
And, well, this probably this falls into the TMI category, but I also woke up to my period—leaving the, sniff, potential for life, behind in my panties!!! Bwah ha ha!!!
More people need to turn in their kids for cats!
The funny thing is, now that more of my friends are having (or about to have) das kinder, I find myself holding my tongue. I want to say, "Hey, ____, how's the parasitical grub growing in your belly doing?" But I can't! These people are my friends--and besides, nothing I'm saying is going to stop them. Only when they hit bottom, will they realize the nightmare of child addiction.
Posted by: Mmmmm, kitten pizza...with extra sauce! | January 25, 2007 at 12:48 PM
Yes! Given that my affection for cats is much stronger and more natural than for kids, I am ALL for this movement. Not to mention, there's a great acronym in there too-
KILK (Kits instead of Kids)
CABAMA (Cats Are Better and More Adorable)
MILK (Meowsers In Lieu of Kids)
...you get the idea.
:D
Posted by: Beth | January 29, 2007 at 11:58 AM
KILK should be KIK- itchy trigger paw.
Posted by: Beth | January 29, 2007 at 12:01 PM