Monday, June 16, 2008

That's What I Get for Answering the Phone

By Margy McCarthy


We did it again.

My immunities to any begging, pleading, cajoling or big-eyed pouty faces on the part of my children are set very high. I am nearly impervious. For many years now, one of the foundations of my parenting has been “say ‘yes’ whenever possible,” but while that lends itself fairly easily to overnights and movies and other social events, it does not carry over into catering to every whim the television plants in their capitalistic little brains. Around here, you will be clothed well, fed well, and provided with any necessary tools toward an education; but the big-ticket items will appear on birthdays and Christmas and rarely in between. Unless you earn them yourself.

They know this. But it doesn’t keep them from trying.

So when the phone rang the other day while Shriek and her best friend Silly were at the mall looking for new swim suits, and the caller ID displayed Silly‘s number, I knew I was in for a wheedling.

I took a deep breath and put on my impervious voice. (You see how good I am? Shriek does not have her own cell phone. The way I see it, a twelve year old girl who lives with her parents at home and attends school in the same building her mother has taught in for a decade can use a darn land line.) “Hello?”

“Mommy?” Uh-huh. I was right. She called me ‘Mommy.’ This was primed and pumped premium wheedle-tone. “Mommy, Silly and I are over at PetSmart…”

“Hmm. That’s interesting. Do they have a good selection of swim suits there?”

“No- but there is this kitten…”

“Cats hate to swim.”

Familiar with Impervi-Mom, my daughter forged ahead. “Oh, Mommy, please listen! There is this kitten from the Humane Society and she is sooo cute and she sort of looks like Lucy and pleasepleaseplease can we adopt her?”

*sigh*

The pleases have a way of chipping at the outer layer of Impervi-crust. So does the Humane Society. We’re not talking about another upgrade on the iPod, here, after all. And we buried our girl-cat Lucy a few months ago… Maybe it’s time.

I sent Sparky to investigate. He is a sucker for tiny fuzzy critters with big eyes, so I figured he needed some practice holding his own against those two pre-teen girls.

He could also take a look at the kitten.

He did more than look.

New kitten pic #2

*sigh* She still needs a name. Any suggestions?

New kitten pic #3

10 comments:

Judy Merrill Larsen said...

oh, what a cutie. Name suggestions? Maybe "Impervious"? Hmmm. Perhaps not. How about "Tigger"?

No way I'd have been able to stand strong against that one, either.

Kalynne Pudner said...

May I suggest "Ethel"? Or maybe "Ricky," because from one Impervi-Mom to another, I'd say you've got some 'splaining to do!

MargyWrites said...

She is cute, isn't she, Judy? I'm really going to have to work on my imperviousness this summer.

I think Sparky needs a crash course, too.

And Kalynne- that is so funny! Our boy cat is Ricky and I think he was looking for some 'splaining when she first came home.

Thanks, you guys.

amy said...

It sounds to me like Sparky has a tad less impervosity (I think I just invented a new word!) than Margy. But I feel for Sparky: I can't go to PetSmart on Human Society Days...I want to walk out with all of them--cats, dogs, gerbils, parrots, rats with fleas.

I'm going to try Shriek's "Mommy" voice on my own and see if it works--there's this awesome new gadget called The Orbit I think she should get me. It's a $5,000 stroller!

I'll probably end up with something $100 or less from Target, though.

MargyWrites said...

Amy, if anybody springs for a $5,000.00 stroller, I hope it comes with a conversion kit so that baby can drive it in sixteen years. I had terrible luck with strollers- no matter how fancy they were, they eventually lost a wheel- permanently- to a curb somewhere.

What? No kitty suggestions?

Threeundertwo said...

Great post and cute kitty. Name her Erma of course.

MargyWrites said...

Genius!

Queen Goob said...

She definitely looks like an Ethel. Of course I had a tortie that looked lust like her years ago and her name was Ichabod Crane, "Icky" for short. (she was one of twelve at the time….I had to quit that job at the animal hospital.).

Mrs. Querido said...

She looks like a "Spunky" to me :) Loved the post..hilarious. I knew when you sent Sparky it was all over! Oh, and I loved Impervi-Mom...LOL!

Blessings!

Mrs. Q

MargyWrites said...

Oh, Queen Goob- if anybody at my house took a job at a pet store, we'd be goners. We've got a dog, two cats, a cockatiel, and three desert tortoises already.

Mrs. Q- Thanks for the suggestion, and I'm glad you liked the post! Spunky is a good description of her. We haven't finalized anything, but Shriek is starting to insist that her name is Evey. I don't know why.