It wasn’t hard to believe.
They weren’t sneaking around any more than usual.
So I went shopping.
I resisted a lot of shiny, glittery treasures, but when I saw this pen, it was just too pretty. And BLUE!
So I bought it. A self-admitted consolation prize on Mother’s Day for me. (Yea!)
As I began to leave the checkout counter, the male cashier waved and said, “Happy Mother’s Day to you!”
I smiled. “You too!”
Why not? It’s a holiday right? It involves presents. Shiny symbolic affirmations of maternal capabilities, even to furry and scaled creatures alike. He could be a mom too.
Maybe his cats are better party planners than mine.
Me: Look what I got!
Nacho: Can I have it?
Me: It’s in a box!
Nacho: I can fit in that box! Can I have it?
(rip Chester: Fins to the left.)