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Life's Sad Little Lessons
Dec. 10th, 2013 11:15 amThankfully, at least this time I wasn't the student.
Unexpected post-surgical conundrum #73 hit today. Which is to say that I am not allowed to lift anything heavier than about five pounds. This includes my little orange kitten, who is now well on his way to becoming an orange cat of significant length and heft.
So when he decided he wanted to play in the bathtub this morning, right at the time that I desperately needed to take a shower (hot showers apparently decrease my need for pain meds rather significantly), we had a bit of a problem.
No amount of coaxing, coercing, reasoning, or emphatic gesturing on my part could get him out of the bathtub. I swear I tried.
So now I have a rather damp and bedraggled orange kitten, who is looking at me with an expression of hurt betrayal that words cannot do justice to. I feel like a traitor... but not quite enough to regret my actions. We all need to learn painful - or at least soggy - things as we grow...
Unexpected post-surgical conundrum #73 hit today. Which is to say that I am not allowed to lift anything heavier than about five pounds. This includes my little orange kitten, who is now well on his way to becoming an orange cat of significant length and heft.
So when he decided he wanted to play in the bathtub this morning, right at the time that I desperately needed to take a shower (hot showers apparently decrease my need for pain meds rather significantly), we had a bit of a problem.
No amount of coaxing, coercing, reasoning, or emphatic gesturing on my part could get him out of the bathtub. I swear I tried.
So now I have a rather damp and bedraggled orange kitten, who is looking at me with an expression of hurt betrayal that words cannot do justice to. I feel like a traitor... but not quite enough to regret my actions. We all need to learn painful - or at least soggy - things as we grow...
