Petting his cat, he said, “That’s my sweet baby.”
Never mind that the cat is about seven years old, so he’s no longer a baby, but middle-aged. It’s not about the math, anyway. We all know that when it comes to our floofs.
Thursday’s Wandering Thought
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Michael Seidel, writer 
It’s all relative. One of my cats (a different breed) is twice the size of the other, so I sometimes call him Lump, but compared to me – I’m a whole pile of lumps – I sometimes call him ‘Little One.’
When my 13-year-old is getting social and sucky – more often, now that he’s as stiff and sore as me – I call him Kitten. It’s a good thing that I don’t speak Cat, fluently – I’ve managed ‘food, water, and
dopecatnip. I hate to think what they call ME. 🙄LikeLiked by 1 person
You got that, it’s all relative. Sounds like a fine clowder you have. Don’t know how well you speak cat but you have some humorous into them. Cheers
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😀 😎
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Hi Michael. Hope your weekend went well. Finish March out strong. Cheers, M
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