So, there is a lot of talk about kids identifying as cats or dogs “furries”, and this is hilarious. Imagine if you can, that one of my boys told me they thought they were a cat?
Sitting at the supper table son says: “Dad, I think I’m a cat!
Dad: “No son, you’re a boy! “
My son: “No dad some of my friends at school identify as cats, they call themselves furries, and so do I !! It’s my right and you can’t do anything about it!”
Dad:  “OK!! “
My son: “Hey, where’s my supper? “
Dad: “Your supper is in the catfood bowl in the corner. Now get off the table you mangy cat!”
My son: “What???”
Dad: hits him with a broom, “get off the table furball!!”
My son in the corner looking bewildered!
Me to my wife : “Is that cat neutered”??
My wife: “I will make an appointment!! “
My son: “What??? “ 
Dad: “Your mother and I have decided we don’t want a house cat, so get out to the barn and hunt mice!”
My son: “What???”
Dad: brandishes broom, “NOW, to the barn you stupid cat!!”
My son: “Dad, I think I’m a boy!”
Dad: “I thought so, now sit down and eat your supper!!”
Spay and neuter these animals. Stop them from reproducing. Today’s society has enough fruit loops already.
End of story!

 

2 hours ago, oxo1947 said:

 

Maybe for the same reason it's not called "two-ty" in English?

A little boy wakes up in the middle of the night, needing a bathroom very badly. He runs downstairs to where his mother is having tea with her friends. “Mommy, Mommy!” he yells. “I gotta pee, I gotta pee!” His mother is very embarrassed, but takes him to the bathroom; as she takes him back to bed, she says, “Now son, that wasn’t very polite. Next time, whisper instead, please.” The boy obliges as he goes to sleep.

The next night, the boy wakes up needing the bathroom very badly again. He runs downstairs to where his mother is chatting with her friends. “Mommy, Mommy!” he yells. “I gotta whisper, I gotta whisper!” His mother is amused by the misunderstanding, but doesn’t bother to correct him; as she leads him back to bed, she says, “That was very good of you, son.”

The next night, the boy wakes up needing the bathroom very badly again. He runs downstairs to where his father is reading the newspaper. “Daddy, Daddy!” he yells. “I gotta whisper, I gotta whisper!” His father replies, “Well, go ahead, son and whisper right in Daddy’s ear.”