By Tiber
You know that my brother, Kru, has his own cat sand delivery business and though most of his customers are women, not all of them are.
This week, he got a new client who ordered a 100 lb. bag of cat sand and when Kru toted the bag up to the house, a guy about three times his size answered the door.
If aliens had landed their disc right then in the front yard, they would have looked at the man and pointed to Kru, saying, “He is your pet, is he not?”
In spite of his customer’s obvious physical advantage and immediate offer to help, Kru was determined not to wuss out and to carry that bag himself to its proper place, which of course, turned out to be the far back porch of the house.
He finally made it, dropped the bag and as he stood there wobbling for a moment, his RV-sized client brought in his tennis ball-sized kitten and cooed,
“Say hello to Astrid.”
Kru did.
“That’s a lot of cat sand for such a little kitten.”
Clearly super-doting on his cat, the man retorted indignantly, “I change it for her every few hours, whether she’s used it or not.”
Whatever.
Kru’s just glad for the business.
Tags: My brother Kru