June 1, 2009 Monday

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I want to complain about an infraction of the rules. Specifically, the rule that says whatever drops on the floor is ours. We don't eat off their plates and they don't eat off the floor. That's the way it's always been.

But there has been one exception that I would like to address here. It occurred one morning when the Husband had wandered into the kitchen. He'd just gotten up and wasn't particularly awake yet, and he dropped a pill on the floor.

Hunky and I, conditioned to being fed when the Husband is most sleepy first thing in the morning, naturally went after it right away. But so did he (pretty fast too, for being semi-awake elder human), and in the confusion it got batted under the refrigerator. Now we've also learned (from experience), that when something disappears under something immovable, the game is over, and we figured that was the end of it. But no, contrary to the rules, the Husband got a long kitchen utensil and went probing for it under the 'fridge.

It took a lot of work on his part, but he did retrieve it after some squirming and stretching. He went through a lot of trouble just to get it, but we knew he wasn't going to put that thing in his mouth after that - he just didn't want us to have it. Hardly seems fair.

But he did find the missing cap to his flash drive and the rubber pedal pad for the kitchen wastebasket; a couple items we'd stolen a while back.

Okay, fair enough.