Unfortunately, great aunt Frieda left a casserole at home, so I got volunteered to drive her down the block to get it. Craig came, too, as he was trying to avoid his cousins.
We walked into this small musty-smelling condo and were standing there while she rummaged in her fridge. Craig, trying to make conversation, asked “do you have any pets?”
Great aunt Frieda: “Yes, I have a cat, Marty.”
Craig: “Where is he?”
Great aunt Frieda: “Over there.”
And she pointed to a shelf above the stove. With a ceramic urn that said “Marty."
11 comments:
You sure she wasn't pointing at the casserole?
Dead cats may be the perfect pet for the elderly.
They are easy to care for. All they need is a little dusting of the urn. No litter box to clean.
They are inexpensive. No bills for food, vet care, cat toys, etc.
They are always around to listen when you want to talk to them and they are even more aloof than a live cat
They never hiss at or scratch your guests.
They never run away.
and cat litter to cat litter...
Yay two comments in a row to make the head spin.
The 10th life of Marty has been shelved.
One more time for Roman Hruska!
sad.
Oh my.
Is the title of this piece a Bloodhound Gang reference on purpose or did you just get lucky?
Look at the bright side: Craig will be telling his classmates about this for the entire first month of school.
Bowie reference. Nicely done! :)
It's a David Bowie reference.
Ashes to ashes
Funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junky
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