The Good: Saturday, December 20th was the 19th anniversary of my husband’s and my first date, back at the tender age of 17, on which we went to see “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.”
The Bad: The big cat was diagnosed as having an overactive thyroid. We’ve started giving her canned cat food to help her gain back some of her weight, as well as to stop inadvertently starving her to death.
The problem is that she and I are having a very intense disagreement about how many times per day I should give her a can of food. I feel like three times a day is sufficient, whereas she strongly believes that I should open a can for her anytime my foot crosses the threshold of any room that shares a border with the kitchen, or anytime I’m in a room that touches a room that shares a border with the kitchen, or anytime she remembers that she lives in a house with humans who possess the ability to open cans.
No clear winner has emerged in this conflict, so she and I pretty much spend all our time running back and forth to my husband, tattling on each other and trying to win him over to our side.
The Crazy: Was in attendance at a holiday gathering , participating in the middle of a discussion about pets. Someone was telling a story about a friend of theirs who had gotten a puppy, but who had had to give it away after a month when another guest, apparently feeling left out of the conversation, yelled out, “I would rather put my dog down than give it to someone else!”
No one really knew what to say to this, so the guest continued, apparently taking our silence to mean that we hadn’t understood just exactly what they meant, and so proceeded to dramatically re-enact the euthanization and subsequent death of their pet, right in the middle of our holiday desserts.
Such a serious topic naturally led me to some deep, introspective questioning, the most important of which being, “And just why is it that I don’t drink, exactly?”
Thank God for being able to return to my cozy home hermit cave. I may not re-emerge until spring.
I don’t know what kind of hole that person crawled out of. That’s inhumane. I was horrified to read that they euthanized an animal rather than give him a home. And that they seemed to feel it righteous enough to share. At a holiday party. You’re right. It’s beyond crazy.
I think you said the drinking thing tongue-in-cheek, but this type of party conversation would be the best reason EVER for abstinance. Ugh.
At first I thought “The Bad” was crazy enough. Until I read “The Crazy.” These are the kinds of experiences you must endure if you’re going to be a good blogger, which you are. Otherwise, you’d have to go through the effort of making things up!
Happy New Year!
At least your cat has an excuse. Mine is just on some sort of mission to become fat and happy.