Sheldon Cooper, Ph.D.
Boxing Day, 2010
Subtitle: Or, basically, a story about nothing.
As is holiday tradition in the Traveling Ph.D. household (if you can call two years in a row a holiday tradition), The Coach has abandoned me for the glowing embers of a wood stove at his mother’s house. Originally, he was going to leave on Christmas Day, but his brother called to tell him not to come. Apparently everyone was going to be at his new wife’s family’s house — and we have never, ever, been included in this invitation. It’s a complex story, one that I don’t quite understand .
So, yesterday, we broke out the suitcases — a small bag for The Coach’s overnighter to Ohio, the large bag for my upcoming trip to New Zealand. And, as usual, as soon as they see the suitcases, the critters freak out. It’s amusing because it’s rare that they are left alone; The Coach and I only seem to be able to coordinate our vacations about once every 18 months. As the animal stress levels skyrocketed, I ended up refereeing fights between Birdie and four different cats. The only good cat in the house was Sheldon Cooper Ph.D. who stayed out of the fray.
Today, however, Sheldon is officially the worst cat in the house. Here I was, trying to bring Chessie in from his walk, when Sheldon made a mad dash out the door! I shoved the dog in the house, took off after the cat, and ended up getting my pajama bottoms soaked in the snow. Evil cat, he is!