Captain Alice Hits Puberty

Alice had to go to the evil vets today for a sore on her mouth that was worrying us. Turns out that instead of the horrors that flew through our minds, it’s kitty puberty. Here’s what a friend (Allie) and I discussed after:

Allie: no way!

a zit?

teen years?

lay off the chocolate and pizza, Alice!

me: honestly

here I am all worried, and she's just slamming the bedroom door and telling me i don't 'understand'

Allie: hah!!!

me: According to the chart in the vet's office, she's almost 45 in human years!

Allie: aww!

mid-life crisis

me: I expect a slew of teenage boys, and a sports car in the driveway at any minute

Allie: desperate house cat

me: if she's sleeping with the plumber across the street, we're having words.

Allie: HAHA!!!