So, we have a new outdoor cat. Kind of. It drops by and hangs out and eats, and seems to like us. We have no idea where it came from, or if it belongs to anyone.
Hubby was worried that it might be female, and then we’d have more unplanned kittens to worry about. The other night, while petting our new outdoor friend, I decided to see if I could find out its gender, so I just reached down there and well – checked things out.
I sent Hubby an IM informing of my findings, and this conversation happened:
Me: Good news – our new feline friend is a boy. He has a set of harbles I could feel in the dark, so no doubt at all
Hubby: WHAT ARE YOU DOING FEEL UP CATS!
Me: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TYPE ALL CAPS!
Hubby: SHOUTING AT YOUR FOR FEELING UP A CATS BALLS!
Me: at your???
Me: Well, I had to find out somehow, didn’t I? So anyway … no more worries about kittens.
The next day, in the car, this conversation happened:
Hubby: The guys at work were highly amused by our chat conversation.
Me: Were they amused by your many misspellings?
Hubby: No, they were amused by you feeling a cat’s balls.
Me: You’ll never let me live this down, will you?
Hubby: Of course not.
Me (giving him the side eye): Okay … game on, bitch.
Hubby: I wonder what your sister would say?
Me: GAME ON, BITCH!