Central Illinois book lover, cat lover, CPA
Greebles. They’re often on the ceiling at our house.
Why would he want to? The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
I had a cat that was maybe 6 or 7 years old when she suddenly started having seizures. After a seizure, she’d be wobbly for a few days, then eventually back to normal… until it happened again. Vet couldn’t figure out what was going on. We decided to try to track when she had the seizures—was it when she ate something out of the ordinary, got exposed to something unusual, on a recurring schedule? That sort of thing. We quickly found out that within a day or two of giving her a dose of Frontline flea treatment (the kind you drip on the back of their neck) she’d have a seizure. We stopped giving her Frontline and she never had another seizure.
We have one. The cat likes it, and we love it. Super-easy to empty.
—Oh, we use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and sealed in a succulent, Swiss, quintuple-smooth, treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.
—That’s as may be, but it’s still a frog!
—What else?
—Well, don’t you even take the bones out?
—If we took the bones out, it wouldn’t be crunchy, would it?
Heterosexual men want to look at boobs. If she thinks this is “weird,” I feel she needs something explained to her.