You know sometimes in life, with many things, there’s a catch. Nothing ever works out entirely as you’d hope for. Like just now. As you might have read in my previous post we have the idea of getting cats. So we go there, from the south edge to the north edge of the city. Apparently it’s some old man who gives ‘em away. But like I said, there’s a catch. This time, in every sense of the word.
You know I’d assume that if I go somewhere to pick up cats, I’d not have to do any physical stuff. Like, catching them. He told us that if we want them, we have to catch them. Ourselves. Catch ‘em if you can.
Actually I was kinda surprised. We were kinda sad about this attitude, we believed we had to go there and pick two. But no – with him, you have to catch ‘em. Good luck.
Maybe next time we get cats if we go to someone who sells or gives them away.
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