You might be alone with cats if …
… your friends mail you greeting cards with at least one sickeningly adorable feline on the cover, especially for Valentine’s Day or another lovey-dovey event traditionally celebrated with a partner, signed with love from your pets.
This one arrived a little late, but I can’t really fault Isabel and Teva, because I still haven’t taken down the 2009 “30 Rock” calendar in the kitchen. I just can’t bring myself to hang up the 365 Days of Kittens that my mom sent me. Sometimes I don’t think she knows me at all.
The outside of the card says, “The way I see it …” and the inside reads, “You’re pretty special! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Aww, shucks. Thanks, cats. You’re special, too. Then there was this personalized note:
The sentiment and gesture were lovely, but the return address gives me pause. You’d think after almost five years in Cambridge, the cats would know by now where we live. Or maybe this is wishful thinking on their part, in which case, I have news for you, girls: Unless you want to start pulling your own weight and stop eating organic, no one’s relocating to Brookline.
(Many thanks to Danna for having excellent penmanship, a kind heart and thumbs.)