Because We Don't Own A Pet ...

... naturally, we take our kids to PETSMART once a month, so they can admire all the animals they can't have ... and to temporarily suppress the guilt I feel for us not owning a pet, or being anywhere near ready to own a pet, or even being willing to talk about owning a pet.

We went tonight.  It was ... typical.
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You know when you take your kids to PETSMART and you're looking at goldfish and you see a few slightly decomposed ones laying at the bottom of the tank and your kids ask you if those fish are sleeping and then there's a long pause and you have to decide whether you're going to lie to your kids or tell them the truth and you decide to tell them the truth and then two of your three girls start crying and everyone in the store is looking at you?  Yeah, I hate it when that happens.

While looking at cats tonight (my least favorite thing to do in PETSMART, second to watching a dog I don't even know tremble through an awkward haircut) ... they have those nametag things on the outside of each cat's cage ... a get-to-know-you type thing ... stats and what not.  One of the cat's we were looking at tonight, Rosie ... her tag read as follows:
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"I have extra toes!!! I like everyone, even children too. I am currently healing a bite wound on the back of my tail.  I would thrive the most as an only cat."

Hmmmmmmmmmm?

Also, Anistyn picked out her kennel tonight. 
Christmas is coming!

And finally, when we got home from PETSMART ... Jared suggested I Google "blobfish", and we all had a good laugh at their expense ...

 

See you next month PETSMART!