One of our beloved family cats died at home after a brief illness last week, so we have been talking about how she’s in “kitty heaven,” and we’ll get a new kitty in a few months after her sister kitty isn’t so sad anymore (the vet warned that our quite elderly other cat could be stressed into death by the premature addition of a kitten). Carboy, after initially telling me he was going to save the dearly departed from kitty heaven, has now rather enthusiastically embraced the idea of a replacement. At first it was just limited to cats: he requested a “rainbow kitty,” then a red cat, then twin yellow kitties. More recently he has begun to expand this idea, demanding that when our Versa goes to “car heaven” that we get a “Nissan Altima with ten seats” as a replacement. Given his car obsession, it seemed like a natural progression in his mind. Tonight however, he took it in an alarming new direction. During his nightly bath, Carboy informed me that when I go to “girl heaven,” he was getting a new girl named Christina.
Really not sure how to take that.
susan nelson said,
March 24, 2011 @ 10:37 am
he is one scary little boy!!