Kitty Play Dates
Is it just me, or do any of you hate the term “play date”? Whatever happened to Johnny going over to Timmy’s to hang out? Or how about a kid showing up at your front door asking if Sarah can come out to play?
Chalk it up to my righteous indignation, but life has gotten too formal, too structured, too pretentious. Play dates? I felt the same way about doggy day care. Come on, I thought!
After mulling it over, I realized that “day care” for pets was a fabulous idea. Instead of being home alone while their humans were working, canines could socialize and enjoy some four-legged companionship. It was just the semantics I disliked. Couldn’t they come up with something better than doggy day care?
Then one day I was telling my friend about our new cat, Buddy. I told her how Buddy loves everyone. His theme song is Why Can’t We Be Friends? by War. He is so kind and gentle with our 17 year old cat, Vinny.
All of a sudden I heard myself say it.
“Buddy even has Tiger and Lovey over for play dates.”
You know when the words come out, and we immediately think, I can’t believe I just said that! Wait! Erase that! What I meant to say was that the neighbor cats like to come over and spend time with him. (Of course they are really coming over for the comfy couch and treats, but hey, I don’t want to hurt Buddy’s feelings.)
Am I really one of those people my righteous indignation loathes? Or maybe I just need to get over myself, and learn to love anything that brings two-legged and four-legged creatures together for some fun. Life is hard enough without getting caught up in words.
I have to go now – need to call Buster’s mom to see what he’s doing today.