My girlfriend, Darla, was telling a story of her son, Jake, bringing their cat for show-and-tell back when he was in the first grade. Darla had just picked up the cat from the vet’s office after it had been spayed and was in a hurry to try to make it to school in time.
Since Darla was running late, she didn’t have a chance to explain to the teacher why the kids could not pet the recovering feline. Instead, Jake stood before his class and said “This is my cat. Her name is Belle but you can’t touch her because she just had her spades removed.”
