Cathy Classics by Cathy Guisewite for April 30, 2014

Personally, I’d go for the tuna and fennel, or the scallops, but that’s just me…

How about ordering what you’d really like to eat? Or is that too crazy?

Cathy, why can’t you just eat whatever you want? Why does your choice have to send some sort of a “message”? I’ll bet Irving’s not obsessing over what to eat so why should you? Just order whatever looks/sounds good and stop turning such a simple task into such a huge problem!

Hi, rgcviper!

Hello and Happy Wednesday, fellow “Cathy” fans. Hope everyone had a really nice day today.

Cathy…why bother eating at all! To heck with how it looks to Irving, he could care less! Just close your eyes and pick a dinner out with your finger…you might just be surprised! Hope you Cathy fans are having a good rest of the day… ;)

At my Y, a couple of us old guys talked about how we used to go around San Diego beaches and play pick-up basketball games. We miss it. But now, we have bad joints. Now, we force ourselves to swim 3-5 times a week. I walk with my wife almost the same. She is still the tiny speed demon who is always a few hundred yards ahead even at the start.She is a cancer survivor. She is on blood thinners for blood clots. It has slowed her down. She missed the Coronado Bridge walk last year after five years in a row. I did have sleep apnea. But under an experimental program at the VA, I played Didgeridoo, an Australian Outback prehistoric musical instrument. It brought my sleep disruptions into the normal range.However, I have an assortment of illnesses. I have a drugstore of drugs I take for them.I do not like being over 60.

Or, she could just order the sampler platter and dive in face-first. Not that that’d be pretty, but she could.

@midlandI hear you about the aging process, but as I always say … Getting older beats the heck out of the alternative.

HI, MOM. Hello, “Cathy” Clan.

Women are judged by what they eat — so many women feel they have to order a salad when out on a date. People are also judged by what they eat in business situations as it is seen to be a reflection of who you are. Cathy, on the other hand, is just neurotic :)

Pugie was the buffer between my wife and me. She was a 20 year old mixed Siamese who was to be temporary housed with us. My wife had lost a beloved cat and refused to have another. My little girl brought Pugie from her friend’s ranch. My little girl told her mom that she was going to take Pugie back and never did.Pugie was human. She seemed to order my wife around in her Siamese voice. She was the right hand of my wife.It was a loose tooth that turned into a cancer tumor. Moreover, we had to bring her to vet every other day to wash out her kidneys. She hung on for my wife, hiding under my bed. But she came out and said in her Siamese voice she couldn’t take any more.We brought the vet to our home. She was fearful of the vet’s office. My wife could not hold her. I held Pugie. The ordeal was over for Pugie.Some weeks later as my wife was getting ready to go back to Mexico to visit family, she found that loose tooth. She had been through that carpet so many times before. It just appeared.She said, “Pugie wants to go home with me.”