Thursday, March 09, 2006

not a bad question

Approaching bedtime. Palinode and Schmutzie loitering by the coats in the hallway (This is where the marriage happens, in moments by the coats and over next to the cupboards, fumbling for keys, fumbling at zippers, clapping down a pint, a morning peck on the lips in the darkness of the bedroom). Schmutzie picks the cat up and squeezes it.

Schmutzie: He lets me kiss him all I want now.

She kisses the cat on the forehead. The cat stares off into the middle distance, waiting for food.

Schmutzie: He hardly ever bites my face anymore when I kiss him.

She kisses the cat again.

Palinode: Tell me again. Why do we own a cat?

5 comments:

Anna said...

I have a pit bull mix who had aggression problems as a puppy and required a lot of training; she's perfectly sweet now. Recently, I showed my mom how I can kiss Lula Dog on the face: "See, she doesn't snarl anymore! See, she doesn't nip at me." Why the hell I so desparately wanted to be able to kiss a pit bull on the face, we'll never know.

Mom even has a picture of me kissing the poor dogger, while Lula stares off into the distance, thoroughly annoyed.

Anonymous said...

For medical experiments, right? What other possible reason could there be?

Bird On A Line said...

haha! My cats don't have a choice - they're smothered in kisses every day and they've never bitten me because of it! I must have a way with cats. ;)

Elan Morgan said...

Ms. Winters, you have not tried kissing our beloved, although lunatic and dangerous, Oskar. His love is more along the lines of painful than pleasurable.

Anonymous said...

Look at the postitive side -- she always has someone to kiss when you're too busy watching "24" on TV or playing video games.