In case we have never met, I need to tell you up front that I hate cats. I. Hate. Cats. So the fact that I took a photo of a cat and actually posted it on this blog is monumental. That I will eventually use this cat as a metaphor is even more surprising. I'd like to introduce you to the world's stupidest cat. His/her (I haven't bothered to look) qualifications for this designation are many and include: - Thinking that I will pet it. - Thinking that I will feed it. - Thinking that I will love it or have any affection for it at all. - Thinking that I will let it in my home (at least on purpose). Here he is. I will pause now for several annoying readers to say awwwww and do some baby talk about the world's stupidest cat. [pause] So even though I refuse to allow myself or anyone else in the family to pet it, feed it, have affection for it, or let it in the house, the world's stupidest cat continues to spend hours sitting outside my door staring in a
My crazy life as a farm wife, mother, and corporate flack.