So, Jersey is sick again. Nothing major this time. Just a little cold. A little cold that manages to leave her hacking like a 90 year old and then spitting up various fluids like a baby. Oh, did I mention that sometimes she does it on you? So gross. Usually it is just on the blankets. We have been washing them a lot.
After about a week of Jersey hacking, coughing and spitting everywhere, Brad started getting sniffles and wheezes. It was like some weird domino effect that didn't make sense. A discussion ensued:
B: I think Jersey got Brad sick.
Me: A dog can't get a cat sick.
B: Why not? They are both animals.
Me: We are all animals. If that is the case, we would all be having sex.
B: I saw a movie like that once.
Me: Ha! Me too.
Now, you are probably thinking to yourself "What on earth does having sex have to do with getting sick?" Obviously you have never had a one nightstand. But, here, the point I was trying to make is that some animals are not compatible whether it is by passing on illnesses or by being able to reproduce. Unfortunately I kind of missed that connection in the conversation. Luckily, B was able to make the connection. That is why we are in love.
Or he just likes to think about movies where people have sex with animals.