Mama knows best

Sometimes Mom has these crazy ideas--especially the idea that if an "incident" happens once to someone, somewhere, it can happen to me at any time. For example: the idea that you can get sick by going outside with wet hair in winter. Her kids always had to blowdry their hair before going out, but that made at least a little sense; they lived in Chicago where there WAS winter. Now that I'm one of her kids, even though we live in Florida she blowdries my pool-soaked coat before I go back into the air conditioned house.

No wonder Faith and Hope are so spoiled. I'm doomed.

But here's the other thing about her shtick. Sometimes, she's right. She taught me to swim at a very young age, when my fur was more "liver" (I hate that description of my beautiful, formerly taupe coat). "You never know," Mom used to say, "if Neville's going to fall in the pool when I'm not watching."

Like she's EVER not watching, right? I mean, she wears me around her neck STILL.

But it happened. I was chasing Quentin, like I always do, only he got really pissy with me and he kept inching closer to the pool. When I went to pounce, he ducked out of the way and I jumped straight into the water. How rude! And vindictive!

I swam to the steps, walked out and was fine.

Then mom made sure my coat was dry before we went back in the house.