Feline Incontinence
August 14th 2011 21:00
One Saturday, my sister called me out of blue. I thought she wanted to chat. Instead, she wanted to put my technology challenged oldies on the phone.
I hate it when she does that. I don’t exactly see eye to eye with them and politically we are poles apart so I was not exactly overjoyed to hear the nagging. And here it comes…
Mum: Why didn’t Brett give you his cats?
Me: He got someone to look after them and they settled into their new surroundings so he didn’t want to uproot them by giving them to me.
Mum: It’s just as well you didn’t. Cats are disgusting. They smell and leak wee all over the place and…
Me: Leak wee? Cats know how to go to the toilet. They know the litter tray is their toilet and they go there to do their business. And even if they didn’t, who cares? Brett’s cats are beautiful.
Mum: I didn’t say they’re not beautiful but these things tend to be so disgusting.
Me: I would have been happy to take them.
Mum: You? You really think you could look after them? Feed them? Take care of them?
As if I haven’t been taking care of myself for the past sixteen years. It’s times like this when I marvel at how Brett can cope with living with his oldies after being solo for over thirty years. How can he cope with being treated like a child all over again?
See what I mean. No wonder I avoid talking to them. And since when do cats suffer from incontinence? When you think about it, cats are a lot cleaner than that other species my mother seems to admire so much, homo sapiens.
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