Note to Self: I Want A Cat Edition.

• You want a cat.
• The Husband is decidedly NOT a cat person.
• The fault lies with a cat his aunt had.
• That cat decided that The Husband's chest (read: nipple) was a great place to hang out.
• So you don't have a cat.
• You've had nine cats in your lifetime.
• Nine.
• The tenth cat's a charm, right?
• You told The Husband you'd wait until you were 40 to get a cat.
• Only 2,063 days.
• Why did you say 40?
• Oh yeah.
• To give him time to get used to the idea.
• Also, the girls would be older and able to help with the litter box.
• There was a method to your madness.
• But...
• Some of your friends have baby fever.
• You have kitten fever.
• Not to be confused with cat scratch fever -- neither the actual disease, nor the song.
• Also not to be confused with a fever where only prescription is more cowbell.
• You know where you can probably play a lot of cowbell?
• In a van, down by the river.
• That has nothing to do with cats.
• That's okay, though.
• Because you're good enough, you're smart enough, and gosh darnit, people like you.

Have a good weekend!