Future Cat Ladies

We took our first trip to the zoo this season since the weather broke for exactly six hours in the world's third most miserable city.  It's at this point my suspicions were confirmed: my children like animals better than humans. This is a genetic condition that skips a generation.  I had an aunt that preferred cats -- we like to call it Feline Affiliation Syndrome (I believe the non-politically correct term is "Cat Lady" for those of you whose families are not afflicted with this disease). I think my girls may be headed in that direction. I can just picture them being 80 year-old spinsters, still living together, kitchen strewn with half-eaten Purina cans and they'll be known throughout the neighborhood as the Identical Twin Cat Ladies.  Which is doubly freaky. Although they seemed particularly fond of cows so I'm not sure how that will play out.  Cow Ladies doesn't have the same ring or connotation.  Plus I think they'll be city dwellers and there are probably ordinances against such things.

I also have a relative who walks around Maine with a fly net around her head and a big tree branch with which she picks up cans littering the picturesque habitat of Maine.  She’s made somewhat of a name for herself with the locals – they call her Crazy Mama SodaPop.  She once had a dinner party and served everyone frozen Lean Cuisine meals, only half thawed and still in the little plastic carton.  "What?!" she declared indignantly when her daughter tried to tell her that isn't appropriate fare for a dinner party. "They're delicious and some of those people could use a little healthy Lean Cuisine in their diets!"  So, you see, I'm not dealing with the best gene pool so to speak.

On a brighter note, I saw an old flame at the zoo and it was oddly pleasing to see my kids are cuter than his kids. I breed better than he does. So there.  Of course his kids seemed to like humans so maybe we're even.