Something My Child Loves That I Do Not
Unlike everyone else in The Little Pink House, I have a like/dislike relationship with the blasted cat.
When he's calm and curled up on the bed he's cute; however, at 4:30am when he decides it's time for us to wake up and begins yowling loudly. Not just loudly. We are talking Pavarotti here. Cute is thrown out the door...with the cat.
Everyone else gets to love on the cat oblivious to the mess he made earlier by bringing a live Cardinal into my kitchen.
Let's not even talk about trying to wrap presents with the dad-blame thing around. Oh yeah, it's really sweet on Christmas cards and on TV when a kitty if romping through tissue paper and playing with ribbon, what you don't see in those shots are the owners cursing and trying to shoo him out of there.
We got the cat as a natural rodent deterrent which I love - letting nature take its course; but, I'm the only one who gets to experience the joy of cleaning up after the cat has decided to play whack-a-mole in the yard leaving a trail of carnage on my back porch. Our Schnauzer loves him. Probably because they work in tandem - the cat offs a critter and our Schnauzer seems to be the clean up crew if I don't get to it first. It's unpleasant all the way around.
I guess it's okay that Diva loves the cat as he is. I will continue to clean his messes and let him in and out of the house as he pleases and listen to his operatic interludes as long as she loves him...and he continues ridding my yard of moles.
This is Day 23 of the Bloggy Moms Blog Dare.
Day 1 - My Holiday Wish
Day 2 - When Snow Begins to Fall
Day 4 - Acts of Kindness
Day 6 - I Don't Think You Understand
Day 7 - I Finally Gave In And...
Day 11 - I Seem to Collect
Day 12 - What I'd Like New Moms to KnowDay 13 - And the Flight Attendant Said
Day 14 - If I Could Have Chosen My First Name
Day 15 - Her Frantic Motions
Day 16 - I Could Never Live In a Home That Was
Day 17 - Why I Never
Day 18 - It Was All Because I Believed
Day 19 - Things That Describe My Childhood