I am what you would call a neat freak. What I’m talking about is when I get cleaned up, I don’t want to touch anything that someone else touches then eat at a restaurant without washing my hands. I have been in the trenches so to speak working in some nasty places, eating lunch with whatever was on my hands but when I’m clean it’s different.
My wife’s Mother was having a dinner at her home, before I had anything to do with Cat’s. I didn’t have anything against them, I just didn’t want to touch them and eat or have them rub up against my clean pants leaving hair.
When I got my plate and went for the silverware that was set neatly on the table, I chose to open a drawer and found a plastic fork. I ate and laughed with everyone, good food, good company. When we were on our way home my wife said what did you think? I said it was nice but I have to confess that with the Cat I didn’t want to use the silverware on the table so I went to a drawer and I picked up a plastic fork.
My wife said I hate to tell you this but my Mom uses the plastic forks for the Cat’s can food. Well sh-t didn’t kill me so I guess that’s when I became a Cat person.
My wife just handed me a cup cake, I said I couldn’t eat that I’m holding the new Cat and trying to type. After eating the cup cake the cat left walking across the keyboard.
Times change.
Richard