This is Sammy’s favorite Camus story. She’ll say “Mommy, talk about the teeny little salsa cat?” And I tell it something like this: One day, when Camus was a teeny little kitten, Mommy and Daddy left a big bowl of spicy salsa out on the dining room table. And little Camus jumped up on to […]
Archive for January, 2008
heartbreaking conversations this week: Me (dropping something fragile in the kitchen): Ah! Oh no! Sam (rushing into the room): Mommy! What did Camus do? Me (dumbstruck for a moment) Me: (realizing the number of times Sam has witnessed me discover an errant feline emission somewhere in the house): Camus did nothing, honey. Nothing at all.
Yesterday, when we all got in the car to take Camus to the vet, I insisted that his carrier sit on my lap in the passenger seat. Just as when I first laid eyes on him about 12 and half years ago. It was a rainy day, just like yesterday. AC had driven me to […]
Sam (drawing on paper with magic markers): I’m drawing a picture of Mommy. Me: Oh yeah? What am I doing in the picture? Sam: You’re in the crib. Me: Really? I don’t think I’ve ever been in your crib… although I’ve thought about it. Sam: I’ve thought about it too.