Yes, this is included in many a conversation with Ryan lately. I am beginning to worry.
Ryan: Can we get a new cat?
Me: No, we kill cats, remember? No more cats for us.
Ryan: Well, can we get a dog?
Me: No, we are not getting any more pets.
Ryan: Hey! I know! When Cameron dies, we can get a new cat!
Me: (Trying not laugh and not be horrified) Cameron is not going to die, we are not getting any more pets.
In tonight's bath...
Ryan: What is a mummy anyway?
Me: A mummy is when the Egyptians wrapped up dead people in cloths.
Ryan: So, when Cameron dies, we can wrap him up?
Me: Cameron is not going to die! And people don't do that anymore.
Ryan: Oh...
Ryan LOVES Cameron, but I think this whole cat thing was a little more traumatic than I thought.
BTW those sweet cats left fleas in my house. Any suggestions?
Since we are on the subject of bugs... Jannica came home and told me she thinks our house is "invested" with ants.
Turns out it was. Fun Friday night of killing ants and emptying the pantry.