Let’s talk about cats. You know an Ultimate Earth Dog like me just hates to admit, maybe, I have learned by observing some of their feline traits but sadly… it is the truth…not the Kelly Conway’s Alternative Truth but the real truth, so help me God. Just don’t put me on the witness stand, I’ll take the 5th, (sound familiar Former National Security Adviser Michael Flynn?) Or Canadian style, I’ll Deny, Deny, Deny like former Premier Ross Thatcher did. I may outright lie like the good law and order outstanding dog that I am.
When I arrived at my Forever Home, I had seen barn cats, heck, I had pestered barn cats but I had never had any need to foster a relationship. After all I had my siblings wrapped around my paw paws and our poor overworked, underfed Baby Mama who doted on her puppies. To her, we could do no wrong, while in reality, we seldom did right.
Lucky for me, the Cool Cats in my Forever Home knew dogs, understood dogs and not just abided them, but actually ♥’d dogs. Like Mother Hens, they all had lessons to teach me although I noticed they were not adverse to teasing and making fun of me when my head got too big to go through the doorway. Since I take offense easily, I would stalk away and ignore them until they cajoled me back in to a better frame of mind.
The first thing I noticed about our Cool Cats was how every morning, when they came from their favourite sleeping space, is that they would daintily sniff kiss each others’ nose in greeting…like, ‘Good morning. Did you sleep well?’ It went without saying that this camaraderie could last mere minutes if one cat stuck his nose in the other cats’ food dish. There were rules written in indelible ink (I would later include them in my Policies and Procedures for All Creation). They all had their own dish, at their own feeding station. If a cat stepped over the line, it was Game On, Beat the Tar Out of You Time.
However, once they stepped away from their own feeding station, anyone (even a puppy) could step in and lick the platter clean. There were a lot of cats, a lot of platters but it worked for me!
Now that Zanny the Yorkie before me had some deep-rooted, I believe I can fly psychosis. When I joined the family, the Cool Cats feared I might be the same so they were constantly guarding me, in front of open door, outside on a walk, even in the back yard when I was trying to sleep. At that time I was a lightweight (before I licked all the platters clean), so the Cool Cats would drape their long bodies over me, anchoring me in place so I couldn’t run away on their watch. I mean, I was a puppy, I had no idea what I had done to deserve this treatment but I am older and wiser and still alive today…not like poor, precocious Never-Listen-Never-Learn Zanny.
In no time the Cool Cats, who would sleep close to each other but not entwined together as when they were kitties, let me use them as cushions or wrap arounds. It was like my Baby Mama, who endured discomfort to make me feel beloved. In no time I was under the Cool Cats’ spell and developed a responsibility to serve and protect them, now and forever…even if they sometimes do stupid things like jump on the kitchen counter and I just have to tattle on them.
I know, I know you are thinking I am the ‘if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one your with’ type but who cares… it works for me because I got the Cool Cats, especially my BFF Gen, my Wonder Boy who dotes on me, understands everything about me (and everything else) and a Momma who feeds, walks, and ♥’s me…and every day, I am learning, which helps me remain the Most Ultimate Earth Dog Ever…but next life…
I am coming back as a Cool Cat …an Indoor/Outdoor Cat, that hangs out at the creek in the cool of the day, then heads on inside when it too hot to breathe, in the dog days of summer or when the Arctic Vortex comes calling in the deep freeze of winter…bet on it…just bet on it!
Hold that thought…..I like being the Chief Cat Protector and Boss ….let me think on it….I’ll get back to you…pinkie promise!
