I’ve had my fair share of animals over the years, some pets, some livestock and some that were just part of the family – dare you tell them otherwise.
Now the livestock, although more work, know their place. The pets that are accustomed to their three meals a day and live inside and out, tend to waffle on that same issue, but are generally agreeable as long as all their needs are met.
Then there are the ones that are part of the family. Sigh. Currently I have four human kids and three feline kids. And true enough, the human kids ARE the most work. But the feline kids, well they so have their moments.
See, I have a Golden Persian, named Phoenix. Now like her namesake, she always rises from the ashes. Ashes of her own creations. She has this thing about sitting on every piece of paper – whether that be on the floor, my desk, the fireplace mantle or even the dining room table. She’s happy to plant her butt anywhere.
And then she has this other very irritating habit. She attacks every pen and pencil in the house. Let me clarify – she attacks anything that closely resembles a pencil or pen. And yes, that can also mean scissors, cutlery, coins, erasers, paper clips….okay so her vision isn’t so good and her need is great so she will, in desperate times expand that to include anything that is on my desk…for the sheer pleasure of watching the item fly off, then she runs around in this circle…accidentally of course, hitting every remaining item on the said surface.
You’d think that I’d have learned to keep my desk spotless and empty by now. But remember that part about me having 4 human kids? Yeah, they are the worst offenders at filling my desk!
Now Phoenix has a sister who is a Silver Persian. Her name is Lady Fancy. Another flat faced, long haired beauty who ‘owns’ my place and is kind enough to allow me to be of service to her. She’s the opposite. She rules over my bedroom, can rarely be seen giving royal visits to my office, and would never sit on my desk – like where are the royal cushions for her? She is accustomed to a certain…lifestyle after all.
But she doesn’t give any quarter in my bedroom. She constantly hollers when it’s bedtime and therefore time for her cuddles and has this incredibly unnerving habit of waking me up by sticking her flat face against mine and then giving a meow worthy of the Royal pain in the Arse she can be. Still we all have bosses and she’s mine. And if Lady Fancy is royalty, Phoenix is the court jester – obviously. I sure hope her skills improve soon!
Then there is the beleaguered male feline. He is overruled, overwhelmed and according to the girls – so not necessary. He’s the lowly serf in the house and is very much aware of it. He races out of everyone’s way, skids down the hallways, slides around corners to clear the path, and is always pathetically grateful to get cuddles. After all, he’s so abused and in need. His name is Spooky, as he spooks at the slightest movement. However, when we are sitting down in the evening, he should be called Dead Weight…cuz that’s what he becomes on our laps!
I used to have dogs (Collies and Great Danes) but no longer have the space and cats…well, I used to think of them as great helpers, in that they make me smile…happy inside. But now I think they are better saboteurs - they constant destroy my good intentions…by distracting me!
So do you have pets? Feline, Canine or other? And are they your best friend? Or your worst enemy? Lol.