Mazel Tov on your seven monther, catlady!
My five monther was yesterday. It
feels just like yesterday, in fact, that I was having myself a stinky out in front of my house next to my mailbox, like I did every afternoon. My neighbors would just walk by and act quite normal, some would look and wave, even when I would drop the last bit of my stinky, step on it and walk away. As if it was acceptable behavior on my part.
I can't wait until the day when it's NOT considered normal or acceptable to have a stinky in public. One day, they'll look at someone having a stinky on a sidewalk, even if it's next to your own mailbox, as being gross and horrible.
We'll get there eventually. With each one of us who decides to never have a stinky ever again, the world is a slightly safer and cleaner and better smelling place. Each stinky one of us doesn't have is one more
dung rung on the ladder towards a better world.
(OK, no more double-entendres from me today. I'm dung done. I promise. It's just hard when you have the mind of a small child to keep yourself from doing it.)