The day after Toby's untimely passing, we were in Grand Haven, retrieving the Saab. It is officially for sale, so if you know of anyone who promises to love that convertible as much as Bill has, please let me know.
Sam was in his glory. He loves the close-knit neighborhood feel of Papa and Grandma's Grand Haven house, and was wandering around, checking on the neighbor's sprinklers and meeting a few of the neighborhood cats. One pretty long-haired fat cat followed him back to the front door of the house. I was sitting in the living room with TJ and Cindy when Sam started hollering excitedly.
"Mom! Come here and look at this cat! She's educated!"
Cindy and I looked at each other, completely confused. How does one educate a cat? But Sam wasn't done expounding.
"Mom! She's educated! That means she is going to have babies!"
When was the last time you laughed so hard you couldn't breathe?
For the record, I'm not convinced the cat was educated, or pregnant. She was just a big cat.
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