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12 December 2012

Ribbon of shame

12 December 2012

After dinner, the daughter and I were filling gift bags for her friends: bath bombs, chocolate, candy canes, chocolate, colorful mints, chocolate. Milton, who'd been incredibly bad during dinner (patting our legs, yelling, jumping up on chairs, all in the hopes of scoring some chicken fajitas), was helping. 

If you have a cat, you know that "helping" generally involves knocking things over and knocking things off tables. So those pretty mint balls become tiny soccer balls in the paws of a cat. Right up until the moment that an unwary human steps on it and smashes it into the carpeting or wood flooring.

(And if you have dogs, you know that "helping" might involve falling asleep under the table, looking interested, or washing its nether area. At least this has held true with my dogs over the years.)

In any event, Milton was chasing mint balls and wrapped chocolate balls (or trying, since I kept shooing him away), and finally I got really annoyed with him and draped a ribbon around his neck. I told him that if he really wanted to help, he could be the ribbon holder until we were ready to use it. 

The look of disgrace says it all. He sat very quietly until I thanked him for being useful and took the ribbon to tie the bags closed.

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone4. Actually, I was trying to distract Milton; generally, he'll take the bait and play with the ribbon instead, but tonight he sat as though he was too embarrassed to move.

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