Scrambles the Death Merchant
I don’t like cats. Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you the same thing. Never have, and probably never will. There is just something about their attitude that turns me off. We had one for a little while when I was growing up, but I never cared for it and wasn’t upset in the slightest the night he decided he had better places to be than our house. With that being known by everyone, including my wife, I got the surprise of my life at my front door a few months ago with one simple knock. I opened the door to find my neighbor standing there holding a little gray kitten. “Here is your new kitty”, were the words I was greeted with. I just laughed and said “You must have the wrong house.” She laughed right back and informed me that my wife had agreed to take one of the newborn barn kittens off of another friend’s hands. I just called my wife down from upstairs, and walked away. I was fairly sure there was about to be a discussion, but I was willing to wait for the neighbor to l