Summer is in full swing, but I’m still working on finding my
sea summer legs. On Monday I passed out on the couch before 8 p.m. However, the kids were wired. Why does it always work like that?
While my writing brain tries to figure out this new summer schedule, I thought you might enjoy this snippet of conversation from the other day:
T-Rex: Momma, do cats lay eggs?
Me: No. They have live babies, not eggs.
T-Rex: Do cats make milk?
Me: Momma cats make milk, yes.
T-Rex: Why doesn’t Pumpkin make milk?
Me: Well, because he’s a boy cat and they don’t make milk.
T-Rex: We should get a girl cat. Then we wouldn’t have to buy milk at the store.
Me: (Eyes wide, trying not to giggle) Oh! Well, it doesn’t really work like that.
Little Miss: You can’t milk a cat!!!!
Boys. Practical thinking. If you have a pet, it must provide something of value, meaning eggs or milk.
Bonus points to anyone who can name this movie:
I had no idea you could milk a cat!
Oh, you can milk just about anything with nipples.