When Ben and I moved to Jackson Hole, we had to get rid of our cat, Groucho. The cat that Ben "hated" and "never wanted". The other day he saw this picture and said, "I miss Groucho". The world must be coming to an end.
Also, I totally miss Baby Maggie.
p.s. Today my mom told me that my childhood cat died yesterday. Even though he was probably one of the most annoying pets in the world (you're second on the list Otis) I was really sad and even miss him. It's crazy how pets can gain such huge affections from people. Maybe it's because they know how to love unconditionally, or it could be that pet dander has addictive qualities. Whatever the reason, I really miss having a pet.
Ben, Valentine's day is coming and I want a St. Bernard.