So we went to a wedding over the weekend in Chicago. DH came along this time. He hasn't been back to Chicago since we were married there 10 years ago. Nobody in my family believed he existed. Well, we were sitting at the table at the reception with some of my cousins (the ones that are opinionated and drink like fish, nice combo) and one of them does not care for cats. She thinks they carry disease.

Now the DJ is blasting the music really loud and it's was hard to hear. She was rambling about taxes and other crapola and I could swear she said that "cats carry anthrax". So I yelled back, "how exactly do cats carry anthrax?", she looked at me totally puzzled.... then DH looks at me and chimes in, "why in their purses silly, sheesh". I spit my lemonade all over the table and my cousin is still perplexed. She says, "cats carry purses?" and then DH says, "sure, real nice ones. But beware of the cat carrying his purse into a post office or government building, especially if they don't come out with it. They are crafty little bastards aren't they". She gave us both a disgusted look, got up and left the table. LOL.

I can just picture Dusty with a fine pink fuzzy purse!

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September 19, 2002