Let’s Just Call It “Sweden”

Welcome to day 26 of 30 Days of Writing, a creative writing challenge we can quit at any time.  Our prompt today is “An intervention”, and we don’t have a problem. Don’t forget to link up at the end of this post if you’ve participated in today’s challenge.

Let’s Just Call It “Sweden”

It’s funny how quickly it gets out of control. At first, it seems so harmless. Funny, even. And then it takes over, consumes everything until you don’t even recognize a person you’ve known forever.

dobson glass table

Even though he has a reflection, I’m not convinced he’s not evil.

Back in January, CheesyMike got a kitten.  In the beginning, it was really cute. CheesyMike would call me up and, amongst the talk of blogging, work, family, friends and zombies, he would share little anecdotes about Dobson’s adventures. You know, things like “Today, Dobson slept,” or “Today, Dobson swatted a piece of string”. Adorable.

In very little time, however, I noticed that Mike was spending less time talking about blogging, work, family, friends and zombies and more time talking about Dobson. Then he was only talking about Dobson. Then he was talking to Dobson. Then he was trying to get me to listen to Dobson.

On. The. Phone.

I admit, I was an enabler. For April Fool’s day, I suggested we change the name of the blog to We Werk For Cat. I even made up a banner with the new name printed out in cat paw letters:

Because we were also participating in a photo challenge that started on April 1st, I told him we should post cat pictures for the first theme, regardless of what it was. Mike was all for it.

What. A. Shock.

At a certain point, I stopped the enabling and started mocking him, hoping it would shame him into stopping. I had to. You see, Mike called me up one day and, to my surprise, wanted to talk about blogging. I was thrilled. Maybe, finally, he’d kicked the Dobson habit.

My joy was short-lived. He wanted to talk about blogging, alright. After a lot of hemming and hawing, he finally spit it out. I couldn’t believe my ears and made him say it three times. You see, he told me he’d started a new blog.

A. Cat. Blog.

He still had the good grace to be embarrassed by this. He didn’t want to tell anyone. It wasn’t going to affect WWFC, he promised. He would still post as sporadically as always. He could control it.

And then, a couple of weeks ago, he proved he couldn’t control it. Right here, at WWFC, Mike let everyone know about his cat blog, Whisker Patrol. *grimaces in distaste* I think MikeWJ said it best:

Oh. Dear. God.

I called CheesyMike up. I railed at him, I cried, I pleaded, I bribed. He asked me to hang on a second while he talked to Dobson. I gave up. I started talking to him about an article I’d read online and told him to bring it up on his computer. He told me he couldn’t. Dobson was sitting on the chair in front of the computer desk.

dobson office cat

The worst part is, Mike owns a laptop.

That’s when I started planning. It was time for an intervention Mike and Dobson to spend some time apart. I made some phone calls. I sent some emails. I contacted a well-known rehab centre airline.

So, yeah, Mike’s in “Sweden” now. But he’ll be back in 4 or 5 steps days.



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