I have a cat instead of children. I don’t have children because I’m too old and bitter to be a father and because I’ve missed my window for having children by several years. If was to become a father, say exactly at midnight, by the time he could drive I would be in my fifties. What kid in their late teens wants a parent in their early fifties? I’m obsolete now; think about how useless I’ll be when I reach the half century mark. So instead I dote over my cat like my cat was a child. It’s very obnoxious, but not as obnoxious as parents who fawn and feign over their brat—those people make me ill. Also, since I’m an old, feeble, childless cat owner (by choice), taking pictures of my pussy gives me a certain level of superiority—despite the fact that memorializing your kitty in jpegs is extremely pathetic. I will say this though, people are more excited to see pictures of my cat than I am to see pictures of their kids.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
My cat's name is Mary Margaret.
I have a cat instead of children. I don’t have children because I’m too old and bitter to be a father and because I’ve missed my window for having children by several years. If was to become a father, say exactly at midnight, by the time he could drive I would be in my fifties. What kid in their late teens wants a parent in their early fifties? I’m obsolete now; think about how useless I’ll be when I reach the half century mark. So instead I dote over my cat like my cat was a child. It’s very obnoxious, but not as obnoxious as parents who fawn and feign over their brat—those people make me ill. Also, since I’m an old, feeble, childless cat owner (by choice), taking pictures of my pussy gives me a certain level of superiority—despite the fact that memorializing your kitty in jpegs is extremely pathetic. I will say this though, people are more excited to see pictures of my cat than I am to see pictures of their kids.
