Just a quick one....

I know I wasn't gonna post, but I have to put this one out there. It's just too good. We have a cat, Sheba, that we got sometime around Valentine's day. Well, being the responsible pet owners that we are, we finally got around to taking her to get shots & spayed about two weeks ago. (are you counting? that's six months...) Before we took her to the vet, we were diligent about making her stay inside "so she won't get sick" we told the kids. (really--so she won't get kittens)

Well, today we were on our way to gymnastics, and Sheba got out. Here's the conversation that followed"

Lightning: Sheba's out!
Me: It's okay. She'll come back inside after we get home.
Lightning: Yea, she can go outside now. She went to the doctor.
Me: Right.
Lightning: Cuz she got her oparies out.
Me: What?
Lightning: Oparies.
Me: What? What are you talking about?
Lightning: When she went to the doctor. They cut her and took out her oparies. Then they sewed her back up.
Me: Who told you that?
Lightning: Prilla.
Prilla: No I didn't!!

And then there was the usual argument of yes you did, no I didn't, etc.

I know we probably said something along the lines of Sheba doesn't need to get out. We don't want her to bring home kittens. or something like that. But we never discussed exactly what kind of surgery she would have, or what it actually involved. Now I'm wondering exactly how much does the boy know? And wow, am I ever in for it when he's actually old enough to really know something!!!!!

Hugs,
SB