Sunday, June 12, 2011

Except It's Not Four, It's ONE

A few days ago I was on the phone with my mother, passing the time as I was driving. She, while on the phone with me, was passing time as she was doing chores around the house.

She did dishes, swept the back porch, folded some clothes, and then eventually got around to cleaning the kitty litter.

I could hear her huffing and puffing, as I knew she was bending over, sweeping the excess litter from around the pan, gathering it into the dustpan and dumping it in the garbage. By the sounds I heard over the phone, I also knew she was scooping out dried cat turd; she buys the clumping litter, so anytime the cat pees or poops, it clumps up into a little nugget.

I have no idea what we were talking about, but she broke in with, "Oh my god. I can't believe how much is in here. This cat shits like she has four assholes!"

And that, my friends, is my mother. Mind you, even with that comment, there was no break in the conversation; we continued talking as if that was the most normal thing in the world to say.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
1 YEAR AGO: A Few Pictures And Less Than A Thousand Words
2 YEARS AGO: Explosions Of Color And Flavor
3 YEARS AGO: A Big Gay Case Of Mistaken Identity
4 YEARS AGO: Gilding The Shopping Lily
5 YEARS AGO: Dog Day Afternoon
6 YEARS AGO: Sorry, no post on this day.


Marlaina said...

The next time we are thru Tuscon, I am getting your mother to drive to the nearest truck stop so I can meet her. I know I love her already. We are eating pancakes in Oregon, heading to central California. Lovely day for a drive.

Anonymous said...

Classic Mommie comment, love it.