We’ll See…

I waltz into the living room and say to Salem, “Well, well, well. Guess who might be going out with that foxy little tabby next door?”

His eyes widen, “Certainly not you? How did you swing that?”

“I walked right up to her this morning and said, ‘Look, I always open the door for you, I lavish you with tuna and stuffed mice every holiday, I always compliment you on a new collar, and I own my own cat tree, which is at your disposal anytime you wish.’ Then I smiled real big and said, ‘I appreciate you for who you are, and not just for your looks. I have a great personality, I’m kind, and I’m funny. Now, wouldn’t you rather date me than those good looking purebreds that never call you back?'”

“And she chose you, huh?”

“No.” I pause, “But, she’s thinking about it.”

Suki’s Thoughts on Marriage

Salem and I are watching our humans bicker. It happens from time to time. It’s usually about whose turn it is to fill the sugar container or make the coffee. You know, important stuff like that.

Salem paws me, “You know they have a big anniversary coming up, right?”

I watch my human clip her toenails on the sofa while my other human watches a rapid succession of war flicks and wonder, “Why do you think they’ve stayed together all these years?”

“I can’t say for sure, but I think she’s waiting him out just to get in the last word.”