Friday, August 3, 2012

Such is (my current) life

blog 2012

This evening just past,
as I washed cat's vomit from my child's hair,
I was thinking about how this time 10 years ago, I was still a practicing veterinarian.

On any given evening at about this time,
I might have been taking radiographs of a cat hit by a car
or having a lengthy discussion about all things "new puppy" with new pet owners
or even doing an emergency Caesarian on a pregnant dog or cat having difficulties.
Maybe I would be calling real adult people on the phone 
to have a real adult conversation about their pet.

Yes. That's what I said.
Washing cat's vomit from my child's hair.

Let me explain.

My daughter, prone to not finishing her cups of milk at dinner-time,
had left it on the bench
where, no surprise, Wally (the cat) helped himself.

My daughter has been told a gazillion times not to do this.
This would be one reason why.

My oldest son, prone to being over enthusiastic when playing with the cat,
was flipping the cat around the room Olympic diving style
attempting a two and a half back somersaults with two and a half twists
when, somewhere between the twist and the pike, no surprise, Wally threw up.

My son has been told a gazillion times not to do this.
This would be one reason why.

Neither of them at first realised 
why my daughter's face, hair and toys were wet.

To her credit, my daughter did not have an utter meltdown
of epic proportions,
mainly because she did not quite realise the horror
of being covered in cat vomit.
(She was simply overcome with relief that it wasn't cat's wee.
Personally I'd prefer cat wee on my head than cat's curdled milky vomit
but I'm not going to burst her bubble.
At least, not until she is celebrating her 18th birthday.)

So, yes, this evening just past,
 as I washed cat vomit from my daughter's hair
 (and giggled. A lot. Because it was actually hil-aaaaar-i-ous
and because it wasn't my hair) 
and as my son washed cat vomit off his sister's toys,
I reflected on how my life had changed in the past 10 years.

I also realised that I quite enjoy those life lessons that kids learn without us parents
having to lift a finger.

If Wally could talk,
he'd probably call it karma.


CurlyPops said...

Eeeeeeeeew Wally is an evil genius cat!

bec said...

I can't stop laughing!

Tasha said...

OMG you made me snort with laughter! lol

Clodagh a.k.a. Isra said...

I hope Wally at least got a medal?

sascedar said...

well that's a bit ewww. we call it the smack fairy in our house.

MissGinger said...

ha ha - pets always win in the end! great story. x

Mel said...

Are you on Facebook? Please say yes so I can Like you - I've only just found you on Blogger!

Karen said...

Absolutely priceless!!!
I almost gagged just at the thought of it.

Mary said...

Ah this still makes me laugh!