Guess what?
We left the house today! It's true! Even Dr. SmartyPants went outside! (the weather shut down the think tank...he's been thinking from home since Monday...) We even found a few cleared sidewalks, so that we could go somewhere.
We started out with the intention of heading to the Starbucks on the corner to get a coffee, but it was so great to be out and about, we headed down the road to a shopping center with a Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble bookstore. The boys had a blast, climbing over the huge piles of snow left behind by plows, and jumping into fresh, untrodden patches of snow in the FDIC courtyard.
A couple of hot chocolates, coffees and cupcakes later, we were sitting at a table in the bookstore, talking about The Beatles books on display, when a man walked down an aisle following his grey tabby on a retractable leash.
Yep. There was a man walking his cat inside the Barnes & Noble.
Shockingly enough, the cat was FREAKING OUT. It was low to the ground, ears flat against its head, hair standing up on end. It rounded a corner and slipped out of its collar, while the man tried to avoid being slapped upside the head by the retracting leash.
He chased the kitty around a couple of plinths, finally crying out to his wife, "A little help, Jill?" She gave him an exasperated look and finally helped herd the cat back to her husband. A few moments later, I saw her carrying the cat, while her husband trotted along behind her, with the soft-sided cat carrier. About that time I picked up my purse to get out my phone so I could tweet that nonsense, and Cat-Boy walked over, still holding the cat carrier, to ask if they could have our table.
Now. We weren't leaving, but even if we were, I mean...really? You're going to sit inside an eating establishment with your cat? With its little litter-digging paws?
Um. Eeewww.
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