Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Do You Want...?

My best friend calls me on the phone this morning on my way to work.

BF: Do you want a cat?
Me: Nooooooooo
BF: I was out walking this morning and it was in the ditch crying.
Me: I've reached my limit
BF: It followed me home
BF: It's a nice kitty. It purrs when you pick it up. It ate, but didn't act starving.
BF: I thought of you.
Me: I have O.C. aka Cleo that Hubby is considering letting in the house. That is my absolute maximum limit. I can't have another one.
BF: But it's a nice cat
Me: ...
BF: How can I take it to the animal shelter?
Me: In a cardboard box

Now I feel like a shit. A big, fat, shit. Wish I could win the lottery so I could open up my "no kill animal shelter". <sigh>