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I'll be right to bed.<br />
Well?<br />
Well?<br />
Can you get out of the way so I can pee?<br />
Here's the difference between dogs and cats. You die alone in your house<br />
and, assuming nobody finds you, a dog will eventually starve to death. Same<br />
thing happens with somebody who owns a cat and the cat will eat you to<br />
survive. This was what Maxine once told her while the two of them were<br />
remolding her friend's bathroom.<br />
Maxine then shared a story about her sister who lived in New England<br />
with three small children. They had a sick cat. Her sister took the cat to the<br />
vet and by a freak accident, the cat died. The office called asking if they should<br />
dispose of the body, but she knew that she needed to bring the cat home so that<br />
her children could say goodbye. They really loved this cat. The only problem<br />
was that after they had the ceremony, they couldn't bury the cat because it<br />
was winter and the ground was frozen. They decided to put it in the freezer<br />
so that they could bury it in the summer. The summer came and went, they<br />
forgot about the cat and then Maxine showed up the next Christmas. One<br />
early afternoon her sister called her from work and asked her to go out into<br />
the freezer in the garage to get some meat for the meal they'd be having that<br />
night. By accident, Maxine took the cat out of the freezer, wrapped as it was<br />
in wax paper, and left it to thaw in the kitchen sink.<br />
Later I told the children that since the cat would have no qualms about<br />
eating us, we should have no qualms about eating the cat.<br />
Darla stopped sanding the floorboards to look over at her friend.<br />
I'm only joking, Maxine said. I threw it out with the garbage before the<br />
kids got home from school.<br />
They mostly manage a peaceful coexistence, though if truth be told, there<br />
was that one time when the cat got too close to the open dryer as Darla was<br />
throwing clothes inside. How simple it was then just to toss her in and turn<br />
it on for a moment or two. After the dryer episode, the cat caught a mouse<br />
and hid it in the toe cup of one of Darla's slippers. But conflict like this is<br />
rare. On most days, the cat moves back and forth to her dish and Darla to the<br />
litter box with a plastic scoop. On nicer afternoons, Darla sometimes works<br />
out in the yard, bending over the front flowerbeds up next to the house as<br />
gracefully as a whale, an Orca wearing stretch pants.<br />
But always, as reward for her labor—her soiled fingerprints and clubbing<br />
side aches—she can count on happy aimless meanders along florescent aisles,<br />
cans and bottles and boxes smiling down upon her, bestowing blessings.<br />
S. Asher Sund 83