Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Thoughts While Changing the Cat Box
Lately, I contemplate life while I sift through the cat box. Really.
My husband's sense of smell was pretty weak, so I would mention that the cat box was odorous.
"Your turn. I did it last time. As a matter of fact I've done it for the last three times," my voice is balance between firm and sickly sweet. I feign that my attention is fully spent on the book I am reading, but I am really waiting for him to pounce on the cat box, watching him out of the corner of my eye.
"Wow," a few minutes later I just can't help it, "I know that you can't smell a thing, but it really, really stinks." My voice changes to understanding and pleading.
I glance over to my husband. I am not sure he has even heard me. His nose is in a book.
Tonight, I contemplate my suddenly changed life as I sift the cat box. How I miss my husband. He did his fair share of cat box duty. I am sure of it.