Of course. Just use the bathroom if you need to fart, and the next time I go to Seattle for a month please clean it at least once. Just once. That's all I ask! It took me two hours, a whole box of Mr Clean Magic Erasers, and some really loud T. Rex to get the grime off. I still shudder when I think about it.
You know what's funny? The mother cat was found by my little sister outside her work a couple of years ago. She was too young to be on her own and my mom had to feed her with a dropper and everything. She was also a funny little cat, polydactyl, and a pygmy. To top it all off, my mother couldn't figure out what sex she was -- why? Because she was both! The vet said our cat was a hermaphrodite, and that hermaphroditic cats are sterile about 98% of the time. "Baby Cat" sort of stuck as its name, and for awhile we tried referring to it with gender-neutral pronouns like "zim" and "zee", but ultimately we came to think of Baby as a boy. Then one fine day, my little sister called me up and said, "Did mom tell you about Baby Cat?" I answered, "No. What about him?" "It's funny you should ask that..." she said.
Sure! But I get to choose what costume he wears!
Do I sense a recipe for the Single on a Budget Cooking thread???
