THE GOLDFISH, THE CAT, AND THE BABY

I love vacations.

Sandy beaches, flexible scheduling, alarm-less sleeping, and time with friends.
Sometimes, I get assigned work while on vacation.

Please take care of my goldfish. Here is their fish food and snacks. Those were Brittney’s instructions before she went home for Spring Break.

Each day, I dilligently fed them, until the last day of the break.

Upturned bellies and grayish bodies were what I saw in the aquarium.

All 6 fish had died. I panicked. They all had names and purchase dates.

These were not how vacations were to end.

I explained tearfully to Brittney the next day.

When Jen asked if I would love to spend the December break in their cozy log home, I said yes.

Whiskers and his co-cats was the trade-off. Cats don’t need much care. Let them in the house for warmth, let them out to do their business.

The day Whiskers pooped in the house, I kicked him out for the day. Serves him right I thought. Until the raccoon showed up.

His silhouette glowed through the sliding doors as he raided the wooden kitty box. I slept in fear that night.

This was the last day of the break and Whiskers was yet to be found. Maybe the raccoon got him, I fretted as I combed the nearby woods.

Later, he showed up at the door looking haggard, but still alive.

I gave up on pet sitting during vacations, until now.

This time it is a human, a baby.

The baby will be with you for 6 days. Watch her and sleep with her.

Vacation and work do not mix well together.

Experience has taught me better.

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One thought on “THE GOLDFISH, THE CAT, AND THE BABY

  • April 19, 2016 at 5:59 pm
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    I hope K is reading this…

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