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My life is normal?!

My sweet Maine Coon mix cat that is only 1½ years old became rabid today. Here I am attempting to save money (like every other American) and took her to the nearest Petco to get her shots. She was very quiet as we waited in line. Come to think of it, too quiet. My four year-old son was with me and very excited about the experience. He was chatting away with a teacup Chihuahua when it was our turn.

The second her carrier was unzipped, Chloe happened to do a 360 with her head…a REAL exorcist! The vet’s unconscious first words were “oh no.” No kidding! She became possessed by the feline demons and she was not going to let anything get near her (or myself which at that point I found it completely unnecessary for me to volunteer and help the veterinarian). I was horrified and embarrassed (why does it have to be MY cat to act this disturbingly?) and all I could think of is if she got loose, all hell would break loose at Petco. Imagine all those dogs trying to get a crack at the loony kitty trying to crawl on the walls of pet dried food.

It took two technicians to hold her down with a towel to give her two vaccines. There’s one more left in two weeks and my spouse can handle that one!

Thinking about this particular experience and my endless prayers to God for a normal life, I realized something absolutely terrible. My life is NORMAL. God has given me EXACTLY what I have been praying for: a normal, monotonous life!! I can’t believe it. What does this mean exactly? I will tell you. Those moms that say, “Well, my daughter slept through the night the first month”; “my son loves eating organic fruits and vegetables”; “Charlie sits still and listens”. They are ABNORMAL! That’s right, ABNORMAL! Why is it that there is so much literature on trying to potty train your kid, teaching boundaries, funny parenting experiences such as Afterbirth and Slummy Mummy? Because that is the NORM! Ugh. I’m normal! This is normal!

I need a drink to digest this one. It’s a whopper! When a snotty mom comes up to you and says, “oh, my daughter just read War & Peace and she’s only three!” You can smile, tenderheartedly, give her a pat or a hug, and respond, “It must be very hard to have such an unusual child. Good luck!” And walk away with a grin.