"It's not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it."~The Golden Girls
One morning I opened the front door of my house and before I could even step out onto the porch, I caught a whiff of something foul-smelling coming from my garden.
I remember when my son was born some 14 years ago, my husband decided that he would be a hands-on dad. He would change diapers, burp the baby, cuddle him and generally just couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off the little fella, except for feeding because I breastfed. He even woke up when the baby cried for milk in the middle of the night and often went to work zombie-like with bloodshot eyes. That lasted only for about 2 months.
Then it was, “Dear, didn’t the baby wake up for milk at all last night?” and I would retort, “Yes, twice, but you were fast asleep, snoring away!” Of course, he still helped out in other ways.
When my daughter was born 4 years later, my husband had already mastered the art of ‘Sleeping Soundly Through The Night No Matter What Happens’. He also developed a sudden allergy to dirty diapers and whenever the baby did something smelly (which was rather often!) he would yell for me, “Mooooommm! The diaper needs changing!” and then make gagging noises and turn green.
After the children became potty-trained, I thought my days of dealing with poo were finally over. I wouldn’t allow my children to have furry pets. “Who’ll clean up the mess?” I would ask.
I remember when my son was born some 14 years ago, my husband decided that he would be a hands-on dad. He would change diapers, burp the baby, cuddle him and generally just couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off the little fella, except for feeding because I breastfed. He even woke up when the baby cried for milk in the middle of the night and often went to work zombie-like with bloodshot eyes. That lasted only for about 2 months.
Then it was, “Dear, didn’t the baby wake up for milk at all last night?” and I would retort, “Yes, twice, but you were fast asleep, snoring away!” Of course, he still helped out in other ways.
When my daughter was born 4 years later, my husband had already mastered the art of ‘Sleeping Soundly Through The Night No Matter What Happens’. He also developed a sudden allergy to dirty diapers and whenever the baby did something smelly (which was rather often!) he would yell for me, “Mooooommm! The diaper needs changing!” and then make gagging noises and turn green.
After the children became potty-trained, I thought my days of dealing with poo were finally over. I wouldn’t allow my children to have furry pets. “Who’ll clean up the mess?” I would ask.
Well, back to the stink coming from my garden…
I live in a neighbourhood where cats are the preferred household pet. One of these precious cats (I haven’t quite figured out which one yet) uses my garden as its personal toilet! How I wish cats would be kept on a leash and toilet-trained, like dogs. As I stepped into my beautifully-kept front lawn, there it was…a small heap of cat poo! This is the umpteenth time I have found poo in my garden....grr!
“That stooopid cat!” I fumed, “Just wait till I get my hands around its hairy little neck!” I grabbed my trowel and scooped up the stinking mess, then toss it over the fence to the tree in front of my house…recycle…the tree could use some fertilizer!
My cousin recommended a product that would keep cats away from the garden, so I went to the pet shop and bought a bottle of little green crystals which I had to sprinkle on the grass. Cost me RM 23…it had better work! The very next day, THERE IT WAS AGAIN…cat poo on my lawn! That cat was defying me! I tried lime juice but it only keeps the cat away for a few days. Right now I am spraying the grass with lime-scented air refreshener…I know! I know! It’s bad for the ozone layer…but it works! Perhaps somebody could come up with an invention to scare away cats? And no, not the barking sounds please…
I live in a neighbourhood where cats are the preferred household pet. One of these precious cats (I haven’t quite figured out which one yet) uses my garden as its personal toilet! How I wish cats would be kept on a leash and toilet-trained, like dogs. As I stepped into my beautifully-kept front lawn, there it was…a small heap of cat poo! This is the umpteenth time I have found poo in my garden....grr!
“That stooopid cat!” I fumed, “Just wait till I get my hands around its hairy little neck!” I grabbed my trowel and scooped up the stinking mess, then toss it over the fence to the tree in front of my house…recycle…the tree could use some fertilizer!
My cousin recommended a product that would keep cats away from the garden, so I went to the pet shop and bought a bottle of little green crystals which I had to sprinkle on the grass. Cost me RM 23…it had better work! The very next day, THERE IT WAS AGAIN…cat poo on my lawn! That cat was defying me! I tried lime juice but it only keeps the cat away for a few days. Right now I am spraying the grass with lime-scented air refreshener…I know! I know! It’s bad for the ozone layer…but it works! Perhaps somebody could come up with an invention to scare away cats? And no, not the barking sounds please…
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