A Day at the Office

02 May 2008 · 5 comments

I’ve just returned home from my morning workout, and am sitting at the computer writing a piece for Get Fit Slowly. I can hear Maxwell thumping around, but I’m not really paying attention. Soon, however, the thumps turn into squawks, and then to growls.

Max and Nemo wrestle a lot, so I’m not too concerned. They take turns being the aggressor. Sometimes Max pummels Nemo. Sometimes Nemo pummels Max. They both love it.

As I’m typing, the growls and cries become more distressed, so I go to the bedroom to see what is the matter. Max is on top of Nemo, chomping him. Nemo is trying to thumper his way out, but is having no success. The fur is flying. Literally. Chomp chomp, thumper, growl.

Being a good father, I don’t break up the fight. Instead, I stand and watch as they roll around on the bed. Toto is sleeping on a chair in my office. Simon is sleeping on the kitchen table, in a box of my clothes. He’s been there for the past twelve hours. Or had been there. Here he comes now.

Simon comes clump clump clumping up the stairs in a fat cat run. He’s heard the squawking and yowling, and wants to see what’s the matter. He charges past me, hops onto the bed, and stares at his brothers. They stop wrestling. They look at him. He looks at one and then the other.

I can’t tell if they’re saying something in a secret cat language, but both Max and Nemo fall apart, moving away from each other. Simon continues looking from one to the other. Then he looks back to me as if to say, “Dad, it’s your job to keep them from fighting.”

Max hops down and goes to the guest room for a bite to eat. Nemo slinks downstairs. Simon curls up on the bed and falls back asleep.

Footnote: As I’m writing this, the cats take turns coming into the office. First Max comes charging in, flails around on the floor, then barrels downstairs. A couple minutes later, Nemo strolls in, sits down, gives himself a bath for five minutes, and then leaves. Toto is still asleep on the chair. Maybe she’s dead!

1 jdroth May 2, 2008 at 10:01

I just checked the bed. There are huge clumps of fur everywhere. Kris is going to come home and wonder what happened…

2 Kimberly May 2, 2008 at 10:58

“Thumper” is an excellent verb. I usually call that “bunny feet.” Your office sounds a lot more exciting than mine does right now.

3 Kris May 2, 2008 at 12:20

Too many cats!

4 Mom May 2, 2008 at 13:59

Aw, Kris, which one would you get rid of? (Actually, I think I know — ironically, the one not involved in the fighting. Am I right?)

5 Toto May 5, 2008 at 06:24

Silly Dad, I saw no reason to get out of my chair and see what my stupid brothers were doing. They never do anything worth watching. Give me more food.

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