Here’s proof that I wasn’t lying when I talked about my junior-high self. Look at those glasses. That giant mouth full of metal. Oh wait – you can’t see it because I never opened my mouth. That’s right, I remember it now.
Anyway, here is Tinker, the only male cat we ever had. He was a good cat for the most part, except for the fact that he kept peeing/spraying behind the rocker in the living room. I remember my mom getting so, so mad about it, and I couldn’t fathom how she could be so irate over my widdle sweetums Tinker.
I get it, Mom. Right there with you, several decades later. My kittens haven’t had any accidents yet, but I believe they would become outside kitties in a heartbeat should that start happening.
Tinker ‘ran away’ sometime later. I have my suspicions, but my parents are sticking to the story to this day.
That’s solidarity, man.