I told the Long Suffering Husband that my biological clock has finally rung its alarm bell. You might think it’s a bit late (me being fifty and all), but as a matter of fact, I still have time. A cat can live for 20 years, and (with luck and regular exercise) I ought to be able to last that much longer.
It’s like a box of chocolates. There’s one of every kind.
Which one would you take home?