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Thursday, July 20, 2017

On the fate of Nigel

Since Goomba was born, I've been so wrapped up in the mysteries of human development that I've basically forgotten that a bizarre, basically wild animal also lives in our house. But he does! When I do think of him, it's mostly in light of the danger he poses to Goomba, who is now actively chasing him around the living room shrieking, "NYE-NYE!!!" and cornering him into desperate places every day. He's been remarkably patient with her, and I think he's only swatted at her a couple times. (I think she's at an age now where she can learn better from experience not to hit the the cat than by verbal admonishment, so yes, I let this happen.) Each of these swats has caused her to become completely outraged and promptly march over to us and point to the mark he left and blame him. I guess if you don't have siblings, you can still learn to tattle on your pets at an early age.

2 comments:

Alex said...

We appreciate Sal even more now with the babies. He is so quiet, can feed himself, and put himself back to sleep. It's like magic.

Miss Self-Important said...

Does your appreciation take the form of extra or even previous levels of affection though?

I am impressed that Nigel hasn't injured Goomba yet; he has definitely matured and learned restraint. But that's just an abstract appreciation. I don't actually pay more attention to him for it.