Fair Trade

There I was in the mall shopping for new jeans and some pet food when I realized the cat had somehow gotten away from me and was out wandering about on her own. I ran out into the main mall concourse to look for her and saw she had been picked up by a couple I had seen earlier walking their dog. When I approached the woman calmly asked “Would you like to trade your cat for our Rhodesian Ridgeback?” I jumped at the chance to accept before these people realized what fools they were. My new canine buddy and I happily set toward home and I started thinking of how I would certainly now need a house with a yard and maybe a doggy sitter to walk the pooch during the day. Then the grating MEOW.MEOW.MEOW woke me from my heavenly dream and I saw the Kat sitting by my head insisting she needed to be pet at 4am. Yes, I thought, given the chance I would certainly make that trade again.