Not the Cat Lady

My single friends and I joke all the time about cats. People assume that just because we're single girls that we like or have anywhere from one to dozens of cats. That we sit around all night, knitting, watching movies, eating chocolate, and petting our kitties. We've all heard of those older, single cat lady types. Good thing I'm allergic.

Anyway, so every once in awhile, the jokes come out. One of my friends got a webkins kitten for her birthday. I know, mean of her brother. The other day while browsing on Etsy, I came across this gem of a picture frame, promising that I'd get it for whoever loved it most:

Seriously? That would have to be one cat lover!

Today, I decided that if I never get married, and by some weird twist of who-knows-what my cat allergy disappears, I will get a cat. A tom cat. Maybe he will look something like one of these gems of nature:

And his name will be Husband.

"Here Husband. Come here Husband. Has anyone seen my Husband?"

Dare you not to laugh. :)

It was either that or Tuna Breath.