Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Thank Goodness That Parental Instincts Kick In Even When You Don't Have Kids
If you were a regular reader of my old blog, you may remember that in 2008 I shared a story of family holiday mayhem wherein my cousin's 2-year-old choked a little on pumpkin pie and when he started to barf it up, she expertly reached out and caught the vomit on her own dessert plate. Total varsity mom move.
Horror, laughter, and my mom wetting her special velvet Christmastime pants ensued.
Well, I'm proud to say that last week, Mr. Wonderful displayed cat parenting skills akin to my cousin's.
As you may remember, we just purchased a new couch last month. We are very protective of it because it is pristine and microsuedy and lovely. So when my cat started doing her accordion-like throw-up maneuver on it while Mr. W and I were eating breakfast, I panicked. We absolutely did not want a spitty hairball on our new baby. Thankfully, Mr. W coached me through the whole thing.
As Zoe started her gag dance, Mr. W yelled, "Get the plate! Get the plate! GET THE PLATE!"
(Looking back, it kind of reminds me of the final air scene from Top Gun when Maverick and Iceman keep repeating everything multiple times—"There's a mig on your tail! THERE'S A MIG ON YOUR TAIL! Break left! Break left! BREAK LEFT!")
Like a good copilot, I followed his instructions and grabbed my empty breakfast plate, catching the tube of congealed, regurgitated hair before it hit the couch or the floor.
Apparently even childless people can have wicked awesome parental instincts.
However, my lovely Kate Spade everydayware will never be quite the same.