Dotty Parker

the silence of the sausage

Sprocket looks like a large, furry sausage at times. It isn't an entirely attractive look, but hey, we can't all look like me, now can we? Some people say she's so ugly she's cute, but I think she's kind of cute all on her own. Martian cute.

At any rate, two nights ago, I must have rolled over on her or something. I woke up to her screaming and staring at me after I'd turned on the light. She was screaming for so long that I had time to turn on the light and look back at her and she was still screaming. I was starting to freak out.

Nothing seemed to be wrong, but I thought maybe her collar was pinching her, so I took it off. She still screamed. She had shifted her weight though, and she started getting quieter and then she stopped. She took another look at me and crawled down the bed under the covers.

BrilliantEditor and I have been postulating as to the cause of such distress. I wondered if she had a charlie horse, you know one of those cramps that hurts like hell and then just disappears?

BE suggests that it might have been a slight dislocation. It would have hurt like crazy when it was out, but when it popped back in, it would have been fine.

I'll tell you what, though, it's scary. To hear so much distress and have no idea how to fix it. It feels really horrible.

Did you see Silence of the Lambs? In that movie the good doctor asks Clarice if the lambs are silent yet. She heard the lambs being slaughtered when she was a child and the sound of something she couldn't change stayed with her. She'd hear it in her dreams.

I'm a little bit wigged out by Sprocket's screaming. It makes me feel helpless and then rejected as she crawled off to live with the creatures at the food of the bed.

But she loved me ini the morning. And she looked at me when she was screaming--wanting me to make it better, I presume.

Perhaps I've silenced my inner sausage.

(Somehow a lamb makes for better prose.)

Posted by dotty at April 16, 2004 11:32 AM