My sister has a giant Newfoundland dog. Giant puppy, actually. So all the playful exuberance of a puppy in a package roughly the size of a mastodon. The kids, I'm sure, love her, but it's pretty safe to say the novelty has worn off.
R: I think when I get my own place I'm going to get a cat, just so I won't be lonely.
R: That's not too gay is it?
*facepalm* (He's a teenager, so I try to have patience, but really?)
Me: No, I'm pretty sure having sex with men makes a guy gay, not owning a cat. Besides, who cares? Are you worried your masculinity is going to be called into question if you live with a cat?
R: Yes, kind of.
Me: Just make sure to give it a really hyper-masculine name.. like Machine Gun Larry. Even if it's a girl.
R (in suavest manner a 16-yr-old can muster): "Hi.. this is my cat, Machine Gun Larry."
In other news, I'm totally making plans for the imaginary cat that my nephew doesn't even own yet.