Here’s a paraphrased conversation I had with The SA about Xena, our adorable kitty.
Xena, our adorable little-over-a-year-old kitty, sleeping.
Me: Hm, I suppose we should make a Christmas list for Xena. What do you think she’d want? More sparkly balls? Another shoelace to chase around? Some treats and gooshy food?
The SA: A friend.
Me: … … … D: D: D:
The SA: … What?
Me: WE’RE HORRIBLE KITTY PARENTS. T_T
But does Xena really want a friend?
"If I get a friend do I have to share the pettings? I don't want to share the pettings. Also, may I have pettings now?"
I’m still randomly crying out ‘A Friend!’ with much angst every now and then. I blame The SA for all of this.
Y so srs?
(Though to tell you the truth, he’s the one who added the “y so serious” text for this sketch…)
As long as everything went according to plan. 😀 (And sorry for the whitespace-filled image – wordpress didn’t want to crop it!)
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