We share our home with three cats. Two sisters, Ricky and Casper and Dammit the Boy. The girls are about seven years old. We heard about a litter of kittens and we drove 50 miles to check them out and possibly adopt one. We came home with two. Ricky is a very pretty perfectly marked black and white short hair. Casper is short haired also. I think her daddy had a little bit of Siamese in him. She has big blue eyes, slightly crossed. Her coat is mostly gray and white, but she has a lavender tint. She is a purple kitty. They don't go outdoors at all, except when one falls out the window. Then it is a scramble to get the door open fast enough to keep it from being torn from the hinges. It is a big scary world out there and they do not like it.
My daughter was sharing an apartment with some friends for awhile, and when she moved back home Dammit came with her. I think he is about 3 years old, but still full of boyish gusto. Things were a bit tense around here until the three of them decided who was boss. I still haven't figured it out.
Dammit thinks Casper is his girl friend. She doesn't really discourage him very much, but since they are both fixed, they are like a couple of teenagers. All fumble and fiddle. Ricky on the other hand, is having none of his messin' around. Ricky is a big girl and can deliver a bitch slap. Between the three of them there is a never ending soap opera of entertainment right in the family room.
The routine starts some time between four and four thirty in the morning. One of them will decide it is time for breakfast. Things start getting knocked off the dresser or the night stand. They have to be things that will make a noise when they hit the floor. You know a pill bottle or your glasses, coins, anything that will make a good racket. After they are fed and locked in the other end of the house, we have no idea what they do until we get up.
Dammit does not like it when someone leaves. He will demand some attention before you leave. This also gives him the opportunity to cover you with orange cat hair. Oh, did I mention that he is a long haired fur ball? He has to greet each of us when we get home. He loves his people.
In the evening I open the inside garage door. When the cats hear me tying back the door, they come running. It is time to explore the garage. The car gets sniffed, they have to know where it has been that day. The lawn mower gets checked out if I have mowed the lawn. The three of them take inventory of everything they can reach. You have to make sure all things are in the right place, and if they have been moved, that will be noted. There is little argument when it is time to go in. You just say, "OK, let's go." They all go trippin' inside for the night.
Fred was with us for a little over seventeen years. He was Husky and shepherd mix. One hundred and ten pounds of muscle and teeth. He was a great friend and protector and he is missed very much. For several months after he passed away, Casper would go to the sliding patio door to look for him. It still brings a tweak of emotion to me when I see a dog that resembles Fred.
Jetta and Pojo are my oldest daughter and her husbands puppies. They come to visit often and it is a real circus while they are here. Jetta is a real lady. Very polite, well behaved, and oh so pretty. The deepest black eyes that I have ever seen whether dog or human.
Pojo is a little younger. She has calmed down a little bit as she gets older. She is a very active dog, requires a lot of exercise and attention. She loves her ball, you can be her friend if you will just toss that ball, and toss that ball, and toss that ball.
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