Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Mayhem Pending
Do the dog days of summer justify an excuse to kill? Is it possible for a dispute over feeding a cat to turn deadly? I need to know. I am so sure I am right that I can't even see another side to the issue. I've put up with it for a long time, but this year's circumstances have brought me to the breaking point. He feeds the cat too often; that's a given, despite the veterinarian's telling him the animal needs to lose weight, but we'll overlook that for the moment. The issue is the actual act of feeding. He feeds from the small cat food can, half a can at a time. He insists on using a spoon to divide the contents and I want him to use a table knife. For so many good reasons: 1) a knife separates the contents and the desired portion slides off smoothly, whereas it sticks to the spoon and part is wasted. 2) we own more table knives than teaspoons, and 3) most importantly, I don't ever insert a knife into my mouth, as I do a teaspoon. Even though all utensils go through the dishwasher, sometimes a little morsel becomes lodged in the bowl of a teaspoon, never on a knife. If I ever find myself eating a bit of catfood, before the weather cools off, there will be hell to pay. Fair warning.
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