Tuesday, August 23, 2005

The battle rages on

My wife is fighting a war. A war against fleas. They seemed to be winning for awhile, but now she's brought out the heavy artillery. I just hope we won't have to go with the nuclear option.
My cat is an innocent victim of this war, for she never brought them inside, being an indoor cat. But my wife is mad at her for providing aid and comfort to the enemy. As self-appointed lawyer for the defense, I've pointed out that the cat was under duress. Fortunately, I've managed to get the cat released into my custody. This is turning out to be more of a burden than I expected. I can no longer get out of my chair without first having an argument with the cat, and she insists that she is a writer too. I've tried telling her that no editor is going to touch a story with that many typoes, but still she plods on. I suspect she intends for me to proofread.
More news as the story develops.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Andrea Wideman said...

Honey,
You can have that cat. Me I am a dog peron. Remember? Someday my dog will chase your cat. Then she will keep off that flab and I will get some laughs.

8/25/2005 11:09:00 PM  
Blogger Joel Wideman said...

FLAB??? My cat is in perfect shape for a female cat her age. It was only your overfeeding her that made her fat, and now she's dropped back to her hunting weight.
You can have a dog when they make one that doesn't shit.

8/25/2005 11:14:00 PM  

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