A Good Example
I could smell it before I touched it. My fine, $200 black Italian leather boots....soaked with cat pee. I was furious.
"No!" I raged.
"What??" asked a confused Elf.
"I'm going to kill that cat!"
"What did she do?"
"She peed on my good Italian leather boots, that black furball! Where is she?!"
"Oh, I guess it matters now when she pees on something of yours," he threw back.
"Yeah, something I actually wear," I returned. "Tell me again why we still keep that cat around?"
He grasped my shoulders and drew me close. "She's a good example to our children," he murmured. "Someday, they'll be choosing our nursing home."
I growled. "If I'm ever that old and pee on their good Italian black leather boots, I hope they kill me too!"
"No!" I raged.
"What??" asked a confused Elf.
"I'm going to kill that cat!"
"What did she do?"
"She peed on my good Italian leather boots, that black furball! Where is she?!"
"Oh, I guess it matters now when she pees on something of yours," he threw back.
"Yeah, something I actually wear," I returned. "Tell me again why we still keep that cat around?"
He grasped my shoulders and drew me close. "She's a good example to our children," he murmured. "Someday, they'll be choosing our nursing home."
I growled. "If I'm ever that old and pee on their good Italian black leather boots, I hope they kill me too!"