Reub here. Hate to break in on this little "Japan-fest" of Kerry's, but somebody needs to stop her. Japan-this and Japan-that, but no mention of the other stuff that's going on.
I'm worried about her. We have spent 2 and 1/2 blissfully cat-free years around here and what do you think she brought home yesterday? You guessed it: a c-a-t. It's from the shelter, too, so it's a pre-meditated cat. Words cannot express how betrayed I feel. Every time I think about that cat I feel like I've been swatted.
I just didn't see this coming, did you? Is she turning into a cat-lady?
I guess the good news is that it's a temporary cat. At least that's what "foster parent" implies.
And, ahem, I think we all know perfectly well why she named it "Hester Prynne:" shunned by the people around it, on its own, and not sayin' who's responsible for the delicate condition. Kerry says there will be a baby named "Purrl." I don't think it's as funny as she does.