HOW MANY DO YOU WANT?

The next time one of my children tell me they want a pet, excuse me, I believe I will have a lapse of memory.
What they tell me is that if I let them have a dog, cat, fish or bird they will do all the work. They will pay for all the food. They will pay the vet bills. In fact, I won't even know the pets are in the house.
Not only do I know they are in the house, they are driving me crazy.
It started with one cat a few years ago. That one cat had children and those children had children before I could schedule an appointment with the vet.
Now we are stuck with lots of "children".
I have tried to give them away as birthday presents, Christmas presents, and now as my last hope, with Valentine's Day just a few days away, I'm going to wrap little bows, little red bows around their necks.
It has become a mission, a quest! I've decided to put a kitten in each of my kids room. As long as the cat has food and water-the kids will never know the cat is in there.
If I do put those cats in the kids rooms, I'll need to prepare myself for the fact I may not see them until spring. The cat, not the kids.
My girlfriend called the other day and asked me if I was having any luck.
I said, "Well, I've only got three left."
"That's great." She replied.
"Before you hang up, how many of them do you want?"
I haven't heard from her since.