Exhibit c003: DISCIPLINE AND ORDER, PART I
Discipline is not my strongest suit. When I was employed
as a camp counselor in the summers between college semesters I found
that I could not reprimand my campers without breaking into a goofy
smile. The smile always betrayed my intentions and undermined my authority
but I couldn't help myself. It just seemed so ludicrous to me that I
was playing the role of authority figure in the first place I
had to give myself away. Occasionally, the campers would listen to me
but I always believed those rare occasions amounted to nothing more
than them humoring me.
My relationship with my cats is no different. I try to scold with a stern voice and stiff posture but the quizzical looks on their faces that greet my every outburst are so precious that I almost immediately loosen my shaking index finger, take the edge out of my voice, and cry, "who's a little pooper?" (answer: them) It's humiliating. Once, after a typical scold-to-cherish episode, I swear I saw my cats high-five each other.