My Husband, The Cat
Published May 3rd, 2007 in Me.
My husband is a manly man. Of course, this is part of the reason I married him. I’m not into dainty men who I can “out-man” around the house. Ya know what I mean? Anyway, he fixes things around the house, does all the heavy lifting and most importantly kills bugs when L.A. Toddler and I are running in fear of said insect.This is especially important in my current prego condition. I’m hereby relieved of changing the cat’s litter, lugging laundry to and from the laundry room, taking out the trash and other such labor intensive or ‘ewwww-y’ things. But I’m straying from the subject…
Back to the bug killing. My husband is really good at this. He can actually smack flying flies between his hands in mid-air. They fall to the floor and remain there until the cat comes to dispose of them. Gross - but convenient! I need to add here that L.A. Daddy doesn’t bend over to pick anything up. He uses his finger-toes and lifts whatever item is on the floor up to his hand.
He’s quite good at it really.
Annnnyway… the weather has finally warmed up here and it’s feeling like spring. So the insects are out in full force. In the past week I’ve found dead flies attached to cupboard doors, miniblinds, curtains. I’ve even found a mosquito smashed to the bathroom mirror. Seriously, what is this? Is he leaving his prey and expecting some type of reward? Honestly. Maybe if he starts leaving jewelry around the house we can talk.
; - )
They’ll turn to dust in a little while.
Why did I just picture you rubbing his tummy?
;)
Hey, when you’ve got mad skills like having pseudo-opposable big toes that allow you to pick stuff off the floor as though evolution meant for it to be possible, you take advantage of it!