The Sky is Falling
Ever have one of those days (or nights, in my case)?
After some cheerful “veg” time in front of the TV with the wife, I decided to go
upstairs, check my email, and maybe even write my next
blog.
That, however, was not meant to be (at least not right away).
I first knew something was wrong when I felt something “squishy” under
my bare foot just outside the kitchen. Anyone who owns a pet just knows
that this is a bad sign. (As a side note, the squishy game is something the pets and I play together every once and a while. Both pets eagerly await the
arrival of our
new child
, as I’m sure the he or she will happily join in and
probably teach them a thing or two in the process.) It seems that our cute
little kitty cat left me a present; a present that must have begun with
no small amount of hacking (again, those who own a cat know the sound).
While attempting to wipe away my cat’s little work of art, a trip up the steps
by my wife revealed that the kitty had been hard at work, obviously attempting
to turn our hallway into her own personal gallery of the grotesque. It wasn’t
really all that bad. After all, two cat pastries is hardly a surprise
anymore (why have one when you can have two) and it probably serves
me right for snickering about a
friend’s post on the same subject
earlier today. Oh Lord, what was that sound?
It came from my left. Did I really want to lift my head from the cleaning job
at hand to see what was the matter? Hey, what happened to the flower pot that
used to sit on the window sill? When did the floor of the kitchen become
the inside of an Indian teepee? Who fertilized the tile? Oh, there’s the flower
pot. It’s now over there. What used to be planted in there anyway?
It’s funny how just a couple of events can break up a perfectly good, and
perfectly peaceful, routine. A couple of bad events in succession
can make it seem like the world is quickly becoming unraveled; even if,
in truth, those events create only minor inconveniences. Maybe I should appreciate simple silence, like the quiet outside of my window right now,
a bit more and maybe I should appreciate the cat’s cute little purr each and
every time. After all, the next noise she makes could be much more
sinister.
Laura
August 7th, 2002 at 8:23 am #
HAHAHAHA!!!
The joys of pet ownership :)
"Dan the man"
August 9th, 2002 at 10:42 am #
The first time I ever heard a cat cough up a hairball.. I almost called 911! (I don’t think they would have appreciated that)
I have heard rumors that human children do create the occasional “minor inconveniences”, but I’m willing to take a least an odds on bet you won’t even notice them (really like that last paragraph, by the way)
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!
Chana
August 17th, 2002 at 6:52 pm #
Ah yes, the hairball. I also have a cat and I am well versed with the hairball routine. Like several nights ago, when Snowball hacked one up somewhere in my bedroom in the middle of the night, and I have no idea exactly where. Her hacking woke me up when it happened, but I still have yet to find it.
Chana (Heidi)