So, there I was in Rota Air Base, Spain in January of 2000.  My DW and kids are back in New Jersey during a really nasty winter event (even for Jersey it was bad).  I make a morale call back to previously-mentioned DW to see how things are going.  She informs that she "brought in a stray kitty because it looked so cold."  My reply: "Fine!!, it stays off my chair.  (I too am master of the house.  The problem is the house for me consists of a single chair.)  If I get skin or breathing problems from it ( I am allergic to cats) she has to take it to the pound (it is not a "no-kill" shelter).  I did use another term that begins with a capital "A" of WWII notariety, but for sensitivity sake I said pound.  Anyway, almost eight years later, two moves and two dogs added to the mix, the $%^&*% cat is still with us.  It lives in our master suite because it is such a space cadet that it is afraid of everything.  Stinkin' cat!!!  I feel for you guys.
Edited by MoBOB (12/15/07 04:24 PM)
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