Cats, Kids and Collars.

Annette burst into tears today over the still-missing cat. And so I was staunch and comforting and patted her on the back and said, “I know, I know” and I was all noble and looked into the middle distance, as one does.

She’s just gone out to post her Nut And Bee orders before we go to visit the midwife today, so now it’s safe for me to burst into tears as well. So, I’ve gone ahead and done that.

This is how upset we are over one of our cats being missing for a day or so. A cat that has a collar with our contact details on it. Seriously, what the hell … how will we manage when we have a CHILD who will want to do its own thing? We’re going to lose our fucking minds.

No wonder I thought my parents were crazy. I’m pretty sure ALL parents are crazy.

Come home Pippin. We miss you. And as-yet-unnamed baby? You may get a GPS-enabled collar, I suggest you get used to treating it like a fashion statement.