Professor Hobo – college, students, professors, & cats

When I was a kid we had detached garage that had at one point been a barn.  In other words, it was quite large.  Feral cats would move into it to birth kittens, and then we’d be stuck with not only feral cats, but feral kittens.  My mom was big on trying to tame the kittens, so we’d take a saucer out to the garage and fill it with milk.  The kittens would eventually creep out to it, and with time they wouldn’t even mind if you sat nearby watching them.  That’s how we tamed cats—with a trap.

I mention this, because I’m starting to think my wife views me as nothing more than a big blonde kitten.  Part of my suspicion stems from the saucer of milk I find bedside every morning, but a bigger part comes from the questions she poses casually to me.  Here’s a hint—they’re traps.  We all know the standard line that a wife asks her husband if a certain dress makes her look fat, but all but the dumbest of us see right through that one.  Look, even if the dress has a pattern of a school bus on it, we’re not saying anything. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…