Of Rabbit Holes & Writing Desks
- By Chris Mittelstaedt
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Nessie, the six-month-old chocolate lab, tears through the house wanting nothing more than to lick the cat until it becomes her friend. A puffed up and spitting blur of fur trailed by a bottle brush tail screams past my feet wishing it was just a floating Cheshire smile as the dog slides around the corner to beat a path between my legs. Meanwhile, my wife brushes Cocktail and Josie, the guinea pigs, who have been shedding on purpose for attention. My kids are in the kitchen, arguing. “She is really tan,” daughter #1 says. Daughter #2 looks confused. “She is not,” she says, trying to disabuse her sister of this error – “She’s only nine.” I’m momentarily, and quite summarily, transported to the table of the Mad Hatter’s tea party. I feel I’m wearing a jacket that’s three sizes too small and I think it may clash with my cravat. I hear the dog before I see it and I’m knocked to the ground. The cat is on top of the refrigerator looking at me as if this is all my fault, and it could indeed be, but I like to think it’s all just a big misunderstanding.

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