Going into the 10th at Delta Downs this evening I go downstairs to grab a beer and talk to 1/8 Pole about a wager.

The bride is sitting on the sofa and little Shiloh is next to her with a paw extended.

The wife says to Shiloh, "We're going to bed soon! And I love you so much!"

The cat mews and jumps for joy.

I am at the bottom of any list my wife has now.

I walked by the 2 of them and the cat hissed and mom cussed. I am staying away!!

Gee why would the cat hiss, when you talked about having the other white meat for thanksgiving.

Thats funny.

The cats love my wife so much, Mr. Saratoga. She's a "dog girl" from way back but the cats got to her.

For adoption, the momcat Mister Mittens was staying. When two of the kittens got adopted into loving homes only one more had to go - we had decided to keep the large male, Trouble. Little Shiloh had to go.

The little runt girl cat was never anything but love and happiness. She was "all balls" while fighting for a good nipple upon her mother and brawling with her siblings in cat playfights. She would lose by being small. She was small but had courage as a newborn. Mister Mittens knew she had a runt and would sometimes feed her kittens and then grab Shiloh by the neck and walk off. Mom would lie down let her runt have all the nipples.

Yeah, Shiloh had to stay. She got named by the bride for being "shy" and being "low" to the ground when she was up on all fours as a tiny cat. We talked and decided that we could keep three cats.

No how no way I can ever sleep with my wife anymore. When she's in bed she has three cats all over her sleeping with great happiness.

I suppose I can get on the bus to look for a girl but it's a better deal to stay upstairs, go to bed, and turn on the radio.