Can I Be Your Kitty?

I read this article this morning about a British girl who wasn’t allowed on the bus because her boyfriend was leading her around with a leash. I must admit that my first thought was “What a freak!” What kind of self-respecting 21st century woman would consent to being treated as an animal? Where are the feminists when somebody really needs them? This poor girl is being degraded!

Then I got to the end of the article and realized that she’s not a freak; she’s crazy like a fox! She said, “I generally act animal-like and I lead a really easy life. I don’t cook or clean ..” Hold the phone! You get to pretend to be an animal all day (are there costumes involved?) like my dog who does nothing but sleep and eat, and you never have to cook or clean? All that’s required is that you wear a leash in public? I’m pretty sure that I could be okay with that. I don’t see how that is embarrassing after I’ve been seen in public with baby food in my hair and cookie slime on my shirt. Compared to that what’s a leash? Could it come in a cool color?

After cooking and cleaning for myself, my dear husband and all five little kids for what seems like a century I could use a vacation as a cat. So anyone interested? I’m working on my “Meow” as you read.