Zach and I have been drugging the cat the past few days with steroids to prevent an asthma attack while we're out of town this weekend. One of my classmates is getting married, and we're off to the wedding in Oregon.
As usual, I'm torn when it comes to marriage... I gawk awkwardly, filled with envy, at the ease in which couples settle into the institution. I'm persistently left, usually after several glasses of champagne at the reception, close to a tantrum, wanting to know why I can't have such support from society. Don't misunderstand: I've been very happy and proud of the couples I've known who have tied the knot (and been fool enough to invite this bumbling creature to the ceremony)... but, at the same time, also a bit sad that something similar is, at best, years away for me.
On the other hand, at least in our current situation, Zach and I can have these sorts of conversations several times a week:
Zach: "Where's kitty?"
James: "She's hiding. She doesn't like you."
Zach: "Why?"
James: "You scare her."
Zach: "Look who's talking."
James: "Freak."
Zach: "Quit talkin' to yourself."
James: "Seriously, is that the best you can come up with? Does it disappoint you to aim so high and yet persistently fall far short of the mark?"
Zach: "Whatever. I want a divorce."
pause
James: "Ha! I win! You can't divorce what you can't marry!"
Zach: "Damn."
pause
Zach: "I found kitty! Let's give her tummy rubs."
She hates tummy rubs.
So, she should love our absence this weekend.
Off to Oregon... with, luckily, time to spare to stop here and buy some (useless) books about cat behavior!
Posted by James at July 14, 2006 09:04 AM