Thursday, July 30, 2009

I Hate My Cat and I Feel Guilty (part 5)

Lately I’ve silenced my plots and plans to remove Frieda from the family. I quietly clean up the hairballs, scoop out the litter box, and buy the special $10 bag of hairball-control cat food. Sometimes I even talk to Frieda and feed her when Elizabeth isn’t around.

They say when you bury something inside, this something has a tendency to make itself known. Is it a coincidence that lately everything I buy is either black or white?

New Black Fridge with pictures of grandkids on it.

New couch with nobody on it.

New white marble stones.

New door mat.

Moral of the story: black and white is gray.

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