Life's Sad Little Lessons

[ladysprite]

Thankfully, 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...

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[warinbear.livejournal.com]

At least you had the decency not to post pictures of Mr. Soggy. I'm not sure whether that would have been adding insult to injury or the other way around.

I remember a sentiment, attributed to Mark Twain, to the effect that one should not take too much learning from an experience, lest we be like the cat who sits on a hot stovetop. The cat will never again sit on a hot stovetop, and this is good -- but he will likely never sit on a cold one either.