This week I was visiting a lady I like and admire muchly. She is in her late seventies and her energy and enthusiasm put me to shame. She's a retired teacher, very brisk and no nonsense but with great heart.
Her husband returned home and called "I'm home, my love" and I remarked that I found his term of endearment delightful and so sweet after over 50 years of marriage.
She gave me a look that was both pitying and withering at the same time and said "My dear girl, he's talking to the cat"
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I wish I had a cat!
LOL! Too funny!
Love it! It kind of reminds me of my husband who always makes a fuss of the dogs before he gets to me!
Hmmm, that's how I aspire to grow old I think. Great to be on top of your game in your late 70s :D
I think I would get rid of the cat! LOL!!
Hugs
SueAnn
Aaahh sweet.....but they are still together.
Brillant!
LOL What a fab old lady
What a man!!
That just made me LOL! Thanks
Dearest All - next life I'm going to be a cat. A cat who is owned by pensioners who have time to lavish affection on me on a daily, nay hourly basis. I will sleep and purr and be loved. Not too shabby is it?
Fantastic - that made me smile!
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