Walking home with my daughter, The Artist, from school. Conversing about this and that. She glances over to the side, past me, into a neighbors yard.
"Oh, Ima. Cats!"
I glance over. *gulp*. Yes, I say brightly.
"Are they getting married."
That did about sum the situation up.
"Exactly!" I chirp. We did just cover this section in a conversation not a few nights before.
"I'm glad I'm not a cat!" She replies. "Though I guess a cat likes it. But I'm glad I'm human."
Knowing what the cat goes through, me too kiddo.