Wendy asked us to keep her cat while she was at girl's camp. We had her - er...him..for a week. I might as well correct myself right now, since every time I talk about this cat I call her..I mean him...a her. And I get CORRECTED every single time. It gets a little tiring to be CORRECTED all the time about something so silly as a CAT. She's - oops...he's a good cat.. and for some strange reason she --- he likes me. The reason WHY it is strange is because I don't really care for cats - him-s or her-s...
