Having a Blind Father

My father was an avid animal lover.  In his older retired years I used to wake up and find him feeding 4-5 cats on the kitchen counter.

I’d say, “Dad your feeding strays on the counter.”

He’d typically respond, “Oh I thought they were ours, how’d they get in?”

I’d respond, “Really? Maybe because you left the front door wide open might be how.”   This was a regular conversation. 🙂

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