Her Cat or Her Greek Husband? (Satire)

I invented a game. It’s called, “Her Cat or Her Greek Husband?”  I give you actual complaints I’ve heard from various women (including complaints I myself made, when I was married to a Greek), and you guess whether each woman was talking about her cat or her old-fashioned Greek husband. Want to play?  Okay, then, here goes:

 

1.    He is unemotionally available.

2.    He hisses at all the neighbors.

3.    He is constantly preening and grooming himself.

4.    When my family comes over, he just walks away and goes into another room without even bothering to say hello first.

5.    My prettiest friends complain that he sits too close to them, purrs, and gets his hair all over them.

6.    He sticks his nose in the air and refuses to eat the food I serve.

7.    His mother hates me. One time, she even scratched me. And I got a fever.

 

(Thanks to Howard Wolowitz on The Big Bang Theory for giving me the inspiration for this post. This post is tongue-in-cheek. Apologies to all Greek husbands who were born after the year 1966 and are far more open-minded than their previous counterparts.)