Friday, September 05, 2008

Tails from the Godfather

Caution: This is not a tale for the faint of heart.

Today Math Man and I have been married for 16 years (for this year, we are celebrating a pair of perfect squares - which our kids think we are, anyway!).

As Math Man stepped out the door tonight (on his way to clean the gutters before the oncoming storm), I stopped him before he stepped on a suspicious furry bundle sitting on the edge of the doormat. "It's just fluff from the doormat." "I don't think so," I countered, "If you do, pick it up!" "Uh, get me a baggie will you?" my spouse counters cautiously.

"It looks like a tail. It's not Fluffy's is it?" Math Man inquired. "Not her color!" (Fluffy is a natural blonde.)

We're trying to decide if (a) Fluffy left it as an anniversay gift for us; (b) It's been left as a warning for Fluffy in the currently feline battle for dominance or (c) Fluffy has left it as a warning to other cats.

And no, we're not certain it's a cat's tail.


  1. Ok, I got to the end, but the whole time I was thinking... I should have been cleaning my gutters instead of drinking wine and eating Lebanese food with friends. How do I always make the wrong choices? Oh well. good luck with the storm. some how the first wave missed us and it is still dry as the hair of a tail left on your doormat. Still lots headed our way. Peace to you and fluffy... and congratulations on those 16 years..

  2. OK... so I am a goofball. it was soaking wet outside, but the sidewall was dry in the sun was barely up.

  3. Anonymous8:45 PM

    Congrats on the anniversary!

  4. Congratulations, love, and many happy returns to you and Math Man. =^..^=