The Kitty Show

So Eva calls everyone to the hallway.  "It's time for the Kitty show!"

She has been slightly obsessed with cats.

Dylan and I sit down.  In the hall.  There is a line of pillows. 

Eva grabs the microphone and welcomes us all for coming.  She is about to bring out the cats.  She wants us to vote on our favorite.

My hand raises in the air.

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Will the cats be doing tricks?"

"No," she replied.  She proceeded with her introduction.

My hand went up again.

Frustrated.  "Yes.  Mommy?" she asked.

"Well, what are we judging them on?  If they are not doing any tricks...."

"Just pick the one that looks the best!"

Meanwhile Dylan is silently taking it all in.  Praying for a tornado or other natural disaster so he can get away from the Kitty show.

There is a slight delay, backstage.  We wait it out, and eventually, the kitties emerge.  Their floral fragrance fills the air.  It becomes apparent to me, that she has sprayed them all a different lovely scent.  Cough, cough.

My hand shoots up.

"Huh!  Yes, Mommy?"

"I just want to clarify, that we are not judging them on how they smell....cause that one over there, whew!"

Dylan starts cracking up.  "No, Mommy, it's fine.  Okay, its time to vote."

Princess Snowy won by a landslide!
(Disclaimer: She does not perform tricks and smells like Yankee Candle.)