Ritual Confessions

February 28, 2008

My husband’s response to last night’s post

Filed under: Uncategorized — elissakaren @ 4:04 am

Last night, Nick came in and read over my shoulder just as I was finishing up my blog. It was all I could do not to minimize the page on the screen. I didn’t want him to think that I had anything to hide from him. But it was a very uncomfortable few minutes. I realized I hadn’t ever told him that story. And I realized as well that I was afraid of what he would say. My husband can be very blunt.

When he reached the end, he was silent for a long moment. Finally, he said, “You know, you have such a strong attachment to cats. You should try to figure out what that’s about.”

“A lot of people love cats. What is there to figure out?”

“But I mean, you’re so crazy about them. How did you get like this?”

“You ask that question as if you think it’s pathological.”

“I think it’s pathological that you would choose that one mistake to correct. Over any other thing in your whole life that you regret.”

“Yeah, well.”

“Anyway,” Nick said. “I doubt it happened the way you think.”

“What do you mean?” I asked him. “What do you think happened?”

“Well, think about this for a moment. You wrote that Boo was an outdoor/indoor cat. So probably your neighbors let her out while you were gone. Did it ever occur to you that maybe she disappeared before you came back from your trip? And that when you called them and asked them to let her out, they saw a perfect way to cover up the truth?”

“No, Nick, that never did occur to me. Not once in twenty-four years.” (And I did not consider it seriously last night, either. I am all but certain that isn’t what happened.)

“Of course not,” my husband answered, as if to himself. “That’s because you’re not Russian.”



  1. Nick is right, that you will never know for sure what happened, but I think pathological is a little harsh.

    Comment by Shawn W — February 28, 2008 @ 4:11 am

  2. Nick is a die-hard conspiracy theorist, I bet. 🙂

    Comment by davidrochester — February 28, 2008 @ 1:35 pm

  3. Oh, by the way … speaking of “pathological”: If someone told me I could have a perfect life partner, but I could never own another cat, I’d choose the cat.

    Comment by davidrochester — February 28, 2008 @ 2:24 pm

  4. LOL. I must be Russian. Nick’s theory came to mind and I was going to type that into the comment box but then I thought of Misty and I didn’t. But even after I typed my comment I wondered if I should not comment again with that suggestion/theory. So this post made me laugh. I must be Russian. I’ve actually been told by three different people that in a past life, I was Russian. But let’s not get me started on that!

    Comment by Corina — February 28, 2008 @ 3:45 pm

  5. Oh and David…my sister loves cats so much that she would choose her cats over her kids, if she had to make the choice. No lie.

    Comment by Corina — February 28, 2008 @ 3:46 pm

  6. Well, and of course, the amusing thing is, I am Russian, really… all my ancestors are from Russia.

    I’ve known people who put their pets on equal footing with their kids, and many whom I’ve suspected of loving their pets more. But I have never heard of anyone *admitting* they love the pets more. That is amazing! Corina, does your sister have awful kids?

    Comment by elissakaren — February 28, 2008 @ 6:15 pm

  7. Well, she thinks they’re perfect! Actually, they’re not bad. She has a grown son (30 ish) and two younger daughters, maybe 18 and 15. She just loves her cats. She always has. I think she would be perfectly happy just going away some place with just her cats.

    Comment by Corina — February 28, 2008 @ 9:12 pm

  8. Just going away someplace with my cats … sigh

    Comment by Shawn W — February 29, 2008 @ 4:18 am

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