Kitties

We went to the mall last night to pick up the latest portraits of the children. You may not realize how the whole situation works, so I’ll set it up for you.

1. You have a child.
2. Child is cute, at least to you.
3. Child is photographed upon birth.
4. Child is taken to a professional at three months.
5. Child is taken to a professional at six months.
6. Child is taken to a professional at nine months.
7. And so on for several years, each time spending $70.

Naturally, the pictures are cute. The girls are looking glamorous and amazing. So cute, as a matter of fact, the picture takers actually got several of the pictures so they could display them in their waiting room. As if to say, “If we take pictures of your kids they too will look as cute as these kids!”

There’s one picture of Gertrude that completely amazes me. She has such an angelic look on her face that I’m afraid we’re misleading the public. She’s a little more evil than that.

We decided to go get cookies after getting the photos. On the way to the cookie place we passed the Adopt-a-Stray store. By passed I mean we were within 500 feet. But, somehow, Gertrude sensed the cute kitties. She stopped, looked around and squealed, “Kitties!”

Or, more specifically, she said, “KEEEEEEEETTTTTTEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

And she ran and giggled and, I think, licked the glass.

That’s all I have to say. My cell phone isn’t working so I have to call my provider and whine.