The Rug or the Cat

"Dad, the cat peed on one of the rugs in your room," Logan said.

He was spinning around in the dark driveway waiting for his mother to emerge from the house.  We were headed to Science Night at school.  In the background I could hear Ashley zip past the back door cursing the cat.  Her arms were full as she headed down the stairs to the laundry room, trying not to vomit.  Evidently, she was expecting me to clean it instead of throwing it out.

The rug, not the cat.

"I know, Mom was just telling me," I said, watching him twirl and thinking about how I was not going to buy a new one this time, I was simply going to rid myself of it once and for all.

The rug, not the cat.

"That's why you shouldn't put them on the floor," he said, with admonishment, as though he were teaching me a valuable lesson. 

Well, amen to that!  Next time I'll hang them on the wall.

Wait, are we still talking about the rug or the cat?

- 12 November 2015