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How These Things Get Started
Posted on: 09/26/07, 14:55:24
This is Harley, getting Night Time Scritches on the towel rack in the bathroom.
The bathroom is a very interesting place, what with the mirror, and the odd combination of pink fixtures and blue tiles (those tiles are blue in real life, not grey), and the built-in perch with the towels that are so much fun to chew on and tear apart. Although bathing possibilities are — frankly — rather dull, the bathroom itself is fun, and Harley gets to go there regularly. I'm sure the nightly Perch And Tear The Towels Apart ritual started when Bruce was out of town, and Harley leaned me around the apartment to look for him. Anything that cute gets repeated in perpetuity.
You know, maybe.
The Night Time Scritches On The Towel Rack is a newer phenomenon, and — hopefully — is replacing the Nightly Screeches At The Brush.
My apartment building is rather old and full of things that should really get fixed, but I've decided to move, instead. You know, at some point. To the left of this photograph is a line of plaster that has started to chip where water occasionally runs down when my upstairs neighbors occasionally do. . . something. Harley thinks chewing at the plaster chips is a really great game, but obviously he shouldn't play it. So I started putting a brush in front of the chips, which he can just reach when he sits on the end of the perch towel rack, and so the new game is Screeching At The Brush. Which, considering the odd acoustics in the bathroom and the neighbors, is not really a game you want to be playing ever, much less at Harley's bed time.
So really, Night Time Scritches On The Towel Rack is a much better game than Screeching At The Brush. And even though Harley would accept scritches for much longer than you could possibly believe, I don't mind playing the game, particularly on those days when he hasn't gotten many scritches.
The only real question is, "Do I want to be playing these games for the rest of my life?"
Screeching At The Brush — no. Perch And Tear The Towels Apart — sure, why not? Night Time Scritches On The Towel Rack — only until Harley learns that he'd get unlimited scritches if he would sit on my knee.
The bathroom is a very interesting place, what with the mirror, and the odd combination of pink fixtures and blue tiles (those tiles are blue in real life, not grey), and the built-in perch with the towels that are so much fun to chew on and tear apart. Although bathing possibilities are — frankly — rather dull, the bathroom itself is fun, and Harley gets to go there regularly. I'm sure the nightly Perch And Tear The Towels Apart ritual started when Bruce was out of town, and Harley leaned me around the apartment to look for him. Anything that cute gets repeated in perpetuity.
You know, maybe.
The Night Time Scritches On The Towel Rack is a newer phenomenon, and — hopefully — is replacing the Nightly Screeches At The Brush.
My apartment building is rather old and full of things that should really get fixed, but I've decided to move, instead. You know, at some point. To the left of this photograph is a line of plaster that has started to chip where water occasionally runs down when my upstairs neighbors occasionally do. . . something. Harley thinks chewing at the plaster chips is a really great game, but obviously he shouldn't play it. So I started putting a brush in front of the chips, which he can just reach when he sits on the end of the perch towel rack, and so the new game is Screeching At The Brush. Which, considering the odd acoustics in the bathroom and the neighbors, is not really a game you want to be playing ever, much less at Harley's bed time.
So really, Night Time Scritches On The Towel Rack is a much better game than Screeching At The Brush. And even though Harley would accept scritches for much longer than you could possibly believe, I don't mind playing the game, particularly on those days when he hasn't gotten many scritches.
The only real question is, "Do I want to be playing these games for the rest of my life?"
Screeching At The Brush — no. Perch And Tear The Towels Apart — sure, why not? Night Time Scritches On The Towel Rack — only until Harley learns that he'd get unlimited scritches if he would sit on my knee.
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