After three years of marriage, a wife was still questioning her husband about his lurid past. "C'mon, tell me," she asked for the thousandth time, "How many women have you slept with?" "Baby," he protested, "if I told you, you'd throw a fit." The wife promised she wouldn't get angry, and convinced her hubby to tell her.
"Okay," he said, then started to count on his fingers. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven - then there's you - nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen . . . "
The shelter points woman toward the lively kittens, but she chooses the
quiet orange one sitting alone in the back; she chose right, since now he's
leash-trained and they adventure outdoors together.
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Some cats choose their person, but some people choose their cats - and it's
a purrfect match.
I didn't choose my own cat, per se. Obviously, I adopted her;...
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