We now have 14 cats.
And the other Brady cat hasn't had her litter yet.
Today Jen called and asked if she could bring out two orphaned kittens whose momma had been killed during a building demolition on campus. Fortunately, Cindy Brady (I was informed by my children that I had blogged about the wrong Brady cat previously. It was Cindy, not Marsha Marsha Marsha.) took the two kittens with no problem. She sniffed them, then rolled over and let them crawl in to nurse. *whew*
My kids love the book Millions of Cats. I'm thinking they were plotting all along.
My offer still stands. I'll pay postage to ship you a cat. Your choice - they're all female and we have grey, grey and grey to choose from.
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Damn that Cindy Brady! 'Baby talk, baby talk, it's a wonder she can walk.'
Doesn't quite have the same ring to it as 'Marsha Marsha Marsha!', now does it?
Next thing ya know, you'll be telling us it was Jan, in a black wig, with a locket from Alice, and a date with George Glass.
No need to ask how I spent my formative years.
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