The other night Vic and I were in Pet Smart. I was exhausted and didn't care if Vic got a pet cheetah, much less a kitty. He wanted to adopt a cat. They were $85 from the Humane Society. He was all ready to do so UNTIL he figured out there was a waiting period. You had to fill out an application and wait to be approved. Which is a good thing, we don't want cat eating bad people running into Pet Smart and taking home sweet babies. Now that a few days (actually, even the next day) I'm really glad we don't have a friend for Mr. Witty. We have 2 fur-babies and that is plenty.

The point of this story? Well, in the store I told him that I could easily be one of those old women with 84,000 cats and the problem with that is so could he. Except he'd be an old man with 84,000 cats. That is a dangerous combination. He loves kitties so much, he was just laughing at all of them in Pet Smart. When we went into the room to meet a few of them, he was talking to them. He's an odd duck. Most guys HATE cats, especially multiple cats.