She touches my calf gently. “Don’t forget…”
I won’t. As I high power jump my morning with grinding my coffee beans and filling the pot, she reminds me, she is hungry….
We left these two, we call “our kids,” to do some Thanksgiving travel. Unforgotten, they were served by the neighbor, but did not become cat-like and ignore us once we arrived back home late Saturday night. Peppa, the white kittycat (yes, they are still kittens until their birthday March 15), snuggled between us, placing her paw protectively on my cheek (have to laugh at that one). Ginger, just HAD to be OUT, so we had to open the bathroom window for just a little while, as this is their exit/entrance routine.
Quite honestly, I never thought I’d own another pet. As lovely as they can be, and for the love they bestow upon us, they do come with a monetary obligation. As well they come with an emotional one. My father, who is 87, has had to choose to not have another pet. Last Christmas he had to put his cat down. He sleeps with her picture beneath his pillow and kisses it. We have spoken to him about Peppa, the cat who loves to jump into our arms and hug. She would do him well, but he feels he cannot meet the obligation. She will meet his need for a love connection (and yes, I can do this. I love my cat, but I love my father and am willing to share that love).
I guess, what I am saying, is don’t snub the cat. Don’t snub the dog. They are created and just as useful in their own way, to this world. Even my barn cats have their need for love and compassion, even though they shrink to the idea that I am gentle. (More on them another writing.)