I was out late with my sister last night, and Ian tried to wait up for me, but wound up falling asleep on the couch. It was around two in the morning and I tried to gently wake him, just enough so that he could stumble towards the bedroom, and as he started to get up he asked me, quite seriously, "Do you think that when his mom isn't home that Jeter really doesn't get his food mashed up the right way?"
"Who," I needed to know to get the bigger picture, "is Jeter?"
"Skeezix's buddy," he sighed, just short of rolling his eyes at me.
Well, of course, it all makes sense.
"Daisy is his girlfriend," he muttered as he stumbled down the hall. "Skeez's. Not Jeter's."
I'm glad I know that little factoid.
"She's a model."
It took a few moments for the whole thing to sink in; he wasn't talking about people, he was talking about some of his favorite cat bloggers. And while I enjoy a few of the cat blogs, too, I don't beleive I've ever had them quite so firmly on my mind.
Deep down, I think he really wants to know, though. Just how well mashed up is Jeter's food? ;)
well, WE can only hope that Jete's stinky goodness gets mashed up very well, 'acause we would not want him to go on another walk about in protest.
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