A new cat in town

by Katie on January 11, 2012

New Year’s morning, we made the farm rounds together, checking all the fields before actually getting to work.

Now, being as is it was January 1st, there was a bit of a chill out, so I did grab a sweater…to go with my t-shirt, jeans and flip flops. (Gotta love a desert winter.)

After a half hour of being in the truck with Brandon blasting the heater (over his thick Carhartt pants and full Carharrt jacket, mind you), I had shed my sweater, and was hanging my head out the window. This is not an uncommon scenario; we are often known to be going back and forth between Brandon blasting the heater and myself countering with full, icy air conditioning. I’m not sure which of us has the temperature problem.

Somewhere along the way, I told Brandon, “You really are just super cold-natured, aren’t you?”

“Cold-natured?” he asked, “What does that even mean?”

“It just means you have a natural tendency to get cold easy,” I somewhat explained.

“I don’t know about all that,” he said, “I just like to be…comfortable. I don’t like to be cold. I don’t like to get wet. …I’m like a cat.”

“Oh, really? A cat, huh?”

“Yeah, a cat. They don’t like the cold or wet either. I mean, it’s not that I have an issue with being wet. Just getting wet. You know what I mean?”

“Actually, no. Not at all. Please enlighten me.”

“Well, like when I go swimming. I like to swim, and be in the water, but taking that plunge when you jump in – I don’t like that part. And taking a shower. Sometimes I just stand there looking at the water, not wanting to get in, because it just looks so…wet. And cold. But once I get in, I like the shower, and I like to be clean.”

Which may or may not have sent me into a fit of laughter.

The thing is, I thought we were done with the whole cat comparison thing.

But fast forward a week or so.

Brandon was in desperate need of haircut one afternoon, but he was just coming in from working all day, on top of the fact that it had been, well, let’s just say more than 24 hours since his hair had been washed. So we talked about all the negative effects of cutting dirty hair:  how the clippers wouldn’t do the best job, how the matted places would end up uneven and definitely need a trim the next day, and how it just wasn’t good on the clippers either.

This created a big dilemma for him. He wanted a shower, but he wanted it after his haircut, since he would need one anyway to wash off all the haircut mess.

After much deliberation, he finally said, “I told you, I’m like a cat. I’m willing to give up a good haircut to not have to take two showers.”


Yes, my days really are this entertaining. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.


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