Just a little warning before we start. Ready? OK: I'm going to write about the cats today, and when people start talking about their cats, they sometimes have a hard time stopping. Sort of like it is with one's dogs, children, and medical conditions.
So the dear wife and I have a very amusing cat named Tequila (at right, in the little cubbyhole). Not because we're lushes, but because she has a tendency to stumble (and, occasionally, fall) when walking around. I feel bad laughing at my cat because of something she can't help. Actually, no I don't. It's freakin' hilarious.
Tequila (or Leela, as I try to call her, so that I don't get a call in 5 years saying, "Mr. zygote daddy, your hatchling says she likes to spend her time at home with tequila. Is there something you want to tell me?") is a very friendly cat. VERY friendly. Very let-me-sit-on-your-head-to-share-your-brain-warmth kind of friendly.
This is the kind of thing I picture her doing on a regular basis.
So when the zygote hatches, I have a feeling a head just out of the oven will look especially enticing. The dear wife thinks baby prison is the answer. Maybe she's right, but I don't want any of my kids going to prison until they can land themselves there on their own. Why get them used to it?
So who knows? Maybe this way we'll save money on little baby hats.
Finn,
You are awesome...and Andrea thinks your hella funny!
Posted by: Laura | 15 December 2005 at 11:53 AM