We used to have a cat, a big, black, brute of a cat, we called "Black". Black's key function in his life was to go out of his way to show you how much he could care less. If you looked up 'give a damn' in the dictionary, it would NOT be his photo shown! LOL He thought he was better than every other living thing, only, he went the extra mile to shove it in your face. I have not had such an apathetic cat before, nor since. As he thought his "stuff" was "all that", I often referred to him as "Black Stuff".
While we were Black's 'people', we moved away to a town nearby. He adapted just fine. Shoot! He had an entirely new neighborhood to 'convince'. He was in his element. Regardless, I worried about him getting lost. I would let him out for short periods of time, then, go in search of him if he didn't show up. He usually came when I called.
One weekend, in particular, my husband's mom and sister drove over for a visit. With my SIL's three children, my BIL's two and my own three, running in and out, I was concerned for the cat. As my SIL was walking back from the kitchen, past the front door, I asked her if she would mind opening the door to see "if Black Stuff comes in." It didn't occur to me how that sounded. Her eyes got as big as saucers, as she backed away from the door. "No!" was all she said.
I've often wondered what in the hell she thought I was asking her to do. One day, if I think of it, I'll ask her.
Love ya, Barbara!
While we were Black's 'people', we moved away to a town nearby. He adapted just fine. Shoot! He had an entirely new neighborhood to 'convince'. He was in his element. Regardless, I worried about him getting lost. I would let him out for short periods of time, then, go in search of him if he didn't show up. He usually came when I called.
One weekend, in particular, my husband's mom and sister drove over for a visit. With my SIL's three children, my BIL's two and my own three, running in and out, I was concerned for the cat. As my SIL was walking back from the kitchen, past the front door, I asked her if she would mind opening the door to see "if Black Stuff comes in." It didn't occur to me how that sounded. Her eyes got as big as saucers, as she backed away from the door. "No!" was all she said.
I've often wondered what in the hell she thought I was asking her to do. One day, if I think of it, I'll ask her.
Love ya, Barbara!
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