Only after you’ve had a day like yesterday do you really know you married the right person.
Advertisement
The day started out fine. We were flying back from Mexico to the U.S. My husband, Peter, books all our flights, and he had arranged it so we did not have to get up at “the crack of stupid,” as he would say. Instead, the cab arrived in the late morning, so I had time for a last walk around the city before we said goodbye to the wonderful staff at the apartment hotel where we stay every year.
It was only as we were getting off the first plane in the U.S., headed toward our connecting flight, that I suspected something might be wrong.
“Felix smells!” I told Peter.
Felix is our cat. He had made a small noise a few minutes before landing, but I had thought nothing of it. Now it smelled as if something was badly amiss. I know you might be having your breakfast as you read this, so suffice to say, of the three types of potential messes an animal could make in a small container, this was the worst of the options.
“What do we do?” Peter asked.
Peter had never had a cat before Felix, and so he considers me the resident cat expert, but my previous cat ownership was of no use in this situation.
“Maybe we can hit a bathroom before the next flight.”
Unfortunately, the security line was very long, and as I slowly wound through the line, I was anticipating having to take this cat out of the carrier and walk through the screening. The mess was even worse than I feared.
“How long do we have?” I asked Peter when we finally got through security with our very smelly cat.
“Not long!”
“Do you think we can find a family bathroom?”
We did. I will spare you the details -- but bathing a cat on a tight schedule is not something I would recommend if you have any choice in the matter. We exited the bathroom with only minutes to spare.
“Look innocent!” Peter said as we walked out. He started to laugh as we raced through the terminal. “If I ever had to dispose of a body, you’re the person I’d want to do it with,” he told me.
It was very late when we got home, and I knew the first thing I had to do was shampoo a cat. Felix wasn’t any happier about the situation than I was, but I think he knew we were on the same team.
And then, when you think it can’t get any worse, it does.
“Why is the carpet wet?” Peter yelled from the bedroom. I was in no position to investigate. I was shampooing a cat.
“Oh, no,” I heard. And then, “Oh, NO!”
A sprinkler pipe had broken in the bedroom wall. The floor flooded with water. The walls were soaked. The carpeting was ruined. There was nothing to do but go to bed with our still-damp cat who now smelled of baby shampoo.
“Should we put on life preservers?” I asked Peter.
It was now nearly morning. But before I fell asleep, what I remembered about this day was how much I had laughed.
I had laughed because, as bad as it had been, nothing that had happened was truly terrible. I had laughed because I knew we would make it through. And I had laughed because I had a partner who could -- and would -- always laugh with me in the worst of times.
Till next time,
Carrie
Photos and other things can be found on Facebook at CarrieClassonAuthor.
DISTRIBUTED BY ANDREWS MCMEEL SYNDICATION