Incoherent Scribblings

Just This Once

If you have ever wondered how a childless couple would function as a parental unit, take a moment and look at how they handle the discipline of their pets. From this simple exercise, I have learned that A. and I would be complete failures as parents and so it is better for all involved if we stay childless.

Take, if you will, the recent behavior of Mouse. As I have mentioned before, Mouse is an attitude with a tail and lately she has been very demanding about being in the kitchen. Now in our house, the kitchen has a door and this door is closed 98% of the time because I do not want the cats in the kitchen. I could say there are a multitude of reasons why the cats don’t need to be in the kitchen (and there are), but the truth is I am lazy and don’t always clean up the kitchen after dinner.

In the past, Mouse didn’t care all that much about the kitchen. Sure, she might wander in there now and again when I was in there to see what I was doing… especially if I was making something that would result in her getting a treat, but over all, she wasn’t really interested in it. However, lately she has been fascinated with this room where the humans do mysterious things involving pleasant aromas.

I suppose it is technically my fault: After all, over the summer I left the door open a little more often so that the kitchen could air out and she was free to roam in and out as she pleased. I suppose that now that the door is closed again she doesn’t understand why she can’t go in there to investigate things once a day.

Now instead of wandering in and out of the kitchen on a whim, she sits outside the closed kitchen door waiting for me to walk by so that she can let out a meow demanding that I open the door at once… and when I don’t, she paws at it. When I am in the kitchen preparing dinner without her, she cries incessantly and occasionally jumps at the door reminding me that I have forgotten someone out in the lonely hallway.

I have become pretty successful at ignoring her cries and keeping her out of the kitchen, but as soon as A. walks through the door she races in right behind him. I tell him that I don’t want her in the kitchen while we are eating and he gives me that husband-nod that tells me he has heard me but hasn’t listened to a word I have said. So we sit and I attempt to eat my dinner while Mouse paws me (never A.) trying to make her case for the table scraps that I don’t give her.

Finally, A. started to get fed up with her behavior in the kitchen. (When she realized I wasn’t going to give her any scraps, she started pawing at him for them.) A. declared that Mouse was being a pain in the ass and from now on she wouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen while we were eating… until she started pitifully meowing outside the door during dinner.

I was the disciplinarian. I said she couldn’t come in. I told A. that if we let her come in when she started crying outside the door that she would never learn that she wasn’t wanted in the kitchen. I said we should just let her cry until she was hoarse.

And as I said all this, A. got up, opened the door, and said, “Oh, well… just this once.”

A Heartfelt Gift

Today marks my third wedding anniversary and before you ooh and ahh too much over the nine (9!) beautiful roses that A. gave me, keep in mind I got them using this not-so-subtle hint:

We were driving back from the store yesterday and just so happened to see a woman carrying a bouquet of flowers down the street. I had been looking for a way to “remind” him that it was our anniversary and that I wanted some flowers.

Seizing the opportunity, I remarked, “Oh, that’s right. Tomorrow is Good Friday. If you want to get me any flowers for our anniversary you should do it today. Everything will be closed tomorrow.”

A. looked at his watch (it has a date) and exclaimed, “Damn! Is is that day already?!”

In my experience I have found that with most men, “subtle” hints don’t work. Don’t play around. Just tell them what you want. You will be amazed at the results!