Here’s my names for our current pets:
Cat 1:
“Stupid Cat”
Cat 2:
“Stupid Cat”
Cat 3:
“Stupid Cat”
Parakeet 1:
“Stupid Noisy Bird”
Parakeet 1:
“Stupid Noisy Bird”
All the aquarium inhabitants have the same name:
“Stupid Fish”
And my pet name from them, for providing them food, shelter, and a clean and cushy existence, with nothing but pain and aggravation in return has got to be
“Stupid Guy”
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I got this T-Shirt from my kids for Christmas as a joke.
(Warning: I’m putting it behind spoilers to protect the womenfolk here from succumbing to it’s apparent mystical aphrodisiac qualities)
I wear the shirt when working around the house in hopes it doesn’t last very long, and only wear it out in public if I forget I have it on. Its crazy, but woman of all ages will chat you up because of the shirt.
“Great shirt”… “How many cats do you have”… “What’s your cat’s name”… “”Do you have pictures of your cats”… etc etc. The one that really gets to me is
“You must really love cats,” to which I usually reply
“Oh yeah, I love being woken up every morning at 5:30 am with whiny cries of FEED ME - FEED ME. And if I ignore them for too long, they take turns playing jump over his head ‘till he can’t take it any more. And I love having to walk to the kitchen to get their food, half asleep, only to step in a wet hairball one of them strategically put in my path, in bare feet.”
And god forbid you tell horror stories of your cats in a humorous manner, and state you must be nuts for providing for them when all they give you back in return is pain and suffering... It automatically makes you breeding material in the minds of the fairer sex.
I don’t get it… what’s the allure to women of guys with cats, especially when you state you "rescued them?" (Yet when I try to pawn off any of the cats away to the ladies with interest, they want nothing to do with it.)