Sunday, May 8, 2011
Bad Kitty, Bad Hubby
I got up, looked at it and staggered out to grab myself a cup of coffee. I returned to the living room and simply sat here looking at it until I felt the need to laugh. It took awhile. A long while.
After having myself a laugh, I turned on the computer to lose myself in the blog world. After leaving a few comments and posting my guest post at TheTAZZone, I decided to clean up the mess. What made me maddest wasn't that Butterscotch did it, but that Hubby walked through it, grabbed coffee, and sat on the couch until he left to go to Oldest's to fix my car. Did he grab a broom and sweep any of it up? No! Did he come back into the bedroom to warn me of the mess? Oh, no! Did he bother to pick up the paper so the cat couldn't create any further damage? Oh, HELL no! Was he in trouble? OH HELL YES! Operative word there being WAS.
Butterscotch spent most of today being cute and cuddly. He seemed to feel the need for more affection than he normally does. Probably in response to my mood this morning, but I didn't yell at him. It doesn't do any good after the fact. It doesn't do any good during the fact either, he's a cat. Cats believe that it's only wrong when you catch them and only for the duration of the scolding.
Husbands, on the other hand...Oh! Wait! They only think it's wrong when you catch them and only for the duration of the scolding. Which is why I didn't scold him either. Partly why anyway. He did fix my car, he is treating me to my favorite pizza and he brought me flowers. Besides after the soft soap that Butterscotch spread on me today, I wasn't mad anymore. I'm easy, but not cheap.