Vignette From our Home at 9:58pm Last Night

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Mr. Robert P. Tracey (in a thick New Yawk accent...): "Yeah, someone from this number called PetFinders about placing two cats."

Me: "Um, no we didn't."

Mr. Robert P. Tracey: "Are you sure?"

Me: "Um, yeah. Pretty sure."

Mr. Robert P. Tracey: "Is this 239/245-2859?"

Me: "No. This is 239/245-xxxx."

Mr. Robert P. Tracey: "Are you absolutely sure nobody from that number called about placing the cats?"

Me: (Inner dialogue: Mr. Robert P. Tracey, sir, I assure you that no one from our household called PetFinders from our home line to inquire about placing two cats. Really. I promise. Beyond the fact that we rarely use our home phone, much less at 9:58pm, and that our number isn't 239/245-2859, we are not cat people. Oh, Mr. Tracey, if you only knew just how vehemently we are not cat people...) "Yes. I am absolutely sure."

Comments

Keysgal@QuietWater said…
On certain days he should give me a call as I have two cats that are in danger of being homeless!!! :)
November 18, 2008 at 10:36 AM
Anonymous said…
New mantra: recommit to your goals whenever you get around to it.
November 19, 2008 at 7:19 PM
*pal said…
yeah, yeah i know.
November 20, 2008 at 11:16 AM
Kevin said…
So are ours! I'm starting to think they would make great target practice at Aunt JJ's!
November 23, 2008 at 12:32 AM
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