One of These Things

Some things go together, like peanut butter and jelly, chocolate chip cookies and milk, and Sunday afternoons with a quiet nap. Some things fit and when these things are together, life is a little bit sweeter.

But some things just don’t belong together. Things like lemonade and toothpaste, crashing computers and homework due dates and 3:00 am wake up calls. When these things are together, life can seem bitter.

All of this reminds me of the Sesame Street song. You know the one where there are four things on the screen in four squares as the song plays, “One of these things is not like the others,

One of these things just doesn't belong, Can you tell which thing is not like the others, By the time I finish my song?”

I found myself singing this song the other day when we came home to quite a little surprise.

Our pet cat, Sophia, is a long haired, orange-fur ball of love. She is an indoor cat, and gets the run of most of the house most of the time. But we do keep her out of the utility side of the basement where the laundry room, furnace and other dangerous adventures lie.

That day, when we got home, I could hear her meowing quietly, and I went in search of the little fur-ball. The basement door had been which meant that she had been locked in the utility side of the basement all day long. As I opened the door, the first thing I noticed is that things were knocked over and off the walls. She must have gone nuts in there and run in circles in a crazed attempt to somehow get out.

I could hear Sophia, but couldn’t yet see her. Finally, I lifted up an old, pine trunk where Mike keeps his hunting stuff. And there she was, under the trunk, stuck to the wood of the trunk because she had become wrapped up in fly paper. Sticky, icky, fly paper.

And let me just say that the fly paper was used, covered in dead flies. It was wrapped around her middle several times like a sticky belt. And let me also say, for the record, that fly paper is truly sticky. I know this because everything else I the basement was now stuck to Sophia. Like a sticky magnet, she must have run around the basement attracting every dust bunny, piece of paper, and small object.

It was gross, one of the ugliest sites I have ever seen. And I felt so bad for Sophia who had been living out a nightmare all day long. I peeled off the paper, and did my best to clean up Sophia. The next morning, I took her to the pet groomer who shaved her so she now looks like a miniature lion.

And I sang the Sesame Street song.

Some things just don’t go together, like lemonade and toothpaste, crashing computers and paper due dates………and long haired cats and sticky, used fly paper covered in dead flies.
I am not sure there are any profound life lessons in my cat-astrophe,  except that laughter beats crying, and life is an interesting adventure. And maybe, just maybe, that chocolate chip cookies and milk not only go together, they make even a bad day seem sweeter.

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Posted by Trish Berg 8:47 AM  


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