The other night my husband came to meet me at work for dinner. It was really sweet, he bought me thai food and we sat outside enjoying my 30 minutes of freedom. He tells me he has another surprise for me, then proceeds to pull out this book he bought at the used bookstore next to his work. It's called Cat Speak. He said he saw it and thought of me and it might be a great way to get to know my cat better. Again it was a very sweet gesture.
I get home later that evening, and Paul tells me how he was thumbing through the book, and was reading about how we could teach Lola to walk on a leash, and how I was right all along, that "Airplanes ears" are a bad thing. He was so excited about learning all these things about her. Paul never had a cat before Lola and I came along, so he never really understood her, or so he says, although when you bug the cat, after awhile she is going to let you know, you should have heeded her warnings..lol. Anyway he said he read a bit more, and felt that he really felt a closer bond with her. That great! Wonderful!
The next day, (yesterday) we get up and I had the whole day before I had to head to work. We were deciding how to take advantage of this glorious day. We decided to get the I-go Car and take a drive down to the Moving truck place to see just how big the moving truck is that, I am expected to drive, through and out of the city of Chicago.
Paul: you know I read in that cat book that we should take Lola for a test drive before we move.
Me; she has been in a car before, and has been on airplanes before, I am sure she will be fine when we move, sitting in the moving truck.
Paul: Well I think we should do it anyway.
so we load Lola into her cat carrier, but not before Paul puts her harness on her and tries walking her through the apartment, or more like dragging her, she hasn't quite grasped how to walk on a harness, she just crouches down and gives you this look like "what in the hell are you doing?".
We get to the I-go buckle her in, and a way we go. At one point I am sitting at a red light and think to myself "I am taking a Sunday drive with my husband and kitty", the best part Paul calls his brother from his cell, while I am driving, the brother who is a farmer and thinks of animals as meat, and should be left outside including cats and dogs. I guess he asked what we were doing for the day.
Paul; Well we just went to check out the moving truck, and we took the cat for a Sunday drive, that's about it for us"
I am sure his family thinks we are totally nuts, if we are not sitting in the dark of Earthhour in April, we are taking our Cat for drives. I ask you this, who is becoming the crazy cat person here?
1 comment:
Too funny!!!
That kind of happened in our family. We got a cat when I was around 6. Dad was dead set against it. He gave in when the four of us (me, Russ, Greg AND my mother) cried. 15 years later Hobo (yes, named for the Littlest Hobo) died. Dad had a little 'service' for her in the back. By the time he was almost finished talking we were walking off. I had a party to go too, and Russell and Greg were also going out.
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