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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