Note: I was digging through my drafts this week and came across this beauty that I wrote last fall and didn’t publish. The guy it was written about is no longer a boyfriend (and his sinuses are rejoicing), but he’s still a good friend. (And I told him I was posting this).
What do you get when pair a self-proclaimed cat lady with a funny guy who claimed he’d never date a girl who owns cats? As it turns out, some pretty hilarious conversations between the boy and the cat. I have one orange cat named Frank (@hello_imfrank on Instagram) who can’t stand to be out of my presence, one gray one named Mouse who’s happy hiding from everyone and one boyfriend who’s allergic to them both.
Don’t let him fool you, he actually likes Mouse. More than once, I’ve heard him call her “Pretty girl.” He feels less than love for Frank, though, and it’s made for some pretty funny interactions. Here are some of my favorites recently:
“Are cats just scared all the time? What’s the deal with cats?”
Him: “Why’s he vibrating?”
Me: “He’s purring.”
Him: “Oh, I though he was getting a text.”
Me: (Picks up Frank as guy opens the front door): “You want a cat?”
Him: “I don’t even want you to have a cat. Write that f***ing down.”
Me: “OK, I will.”
“F*** you, Frank.”
“If it were up to me you’d be in a glue factory… Actually I don’t think they make cats into glue… Oh, by all means get on my lap.”
“You’re meowing at the one person who hates you the most, how stupid is that?”
(Whispering) “I don’t like you.”
“Hey Frank, I’ll give you a peanut if you tell me you’re allergic.”
“I wish you were nicer… and a dog.”