Thursday, October 31, 2013
Close to Nowhere
Of mice and cats and dogs
I admit I am a Facebook user. Or maybe a Facebook cruiser? I don’t write on there a lot, but I really enjoy looking at everyone’s pictures and, of course, the jokes.
One of my favorite things on Facebook is the cat stuff. I “Like” several different pages that feature cat pictures, jokes, etc. I spend way too much time telling my granddaughters to “aw, look at this one.” Fortunately for me, they like cats as much as I do.
I think all the females in our family qualify as “crazy cat ladies.” At my daughter and granddaughter’s house, at last count, there are, I think five cats living inside. There are two that were thrown outside for some unknown reason and I’ve adopted them as my carport kitties.
I also have deck cats. Currently, after losing one of the deck cats last week, I have five that call my deck home. Then, I have my two carport kitties. And we can’t forget the two dogs that live in my house. Correction -- I live in their house and the only reason I exist is to feed and pet them.
My daughter’s house also has two dogs, but they live outside. Quint, a red heeler, is a ferocious creature -- unless he’s with his person, my granddaughter Meredith. He allows her to do just about anything to or with him.
Nobi, the other outside dog, is not any one particular breed, and what characteristics she has from her many backgrounds are all slightly off. Nobi is not the most attractive dog I’ve ever seen. Some, who don’t love her as we do, might even go so far as to call her a really ugly dog. She is truly a gentle, loving creature though and her spirit shines through her unfortunate outside.
Neither of the outside dogs will go near our chickens. Nobi, just because she doesn’t and Quint, because he has been caught a couple times eating a chicken dinner and promptly corrected. He won’t even look in their direction now.
But this twisting narrative is supposed to be about my cats. Feeding time in the mornings is what I imagine it’s like at the zoo. Pure chaos.
Apparently, the cats can hear my alarm go off in the morning -- as soon as I emerge from my bedroom, they are at the glass deck doors, pawing and meowing away.
Often, as I slide the door open and step, very carefully, outside onto the deck steps, I have cats twining in and around my feet and running in and out the door.
The cats aren’t the reason I step carefully though. My cats love me and bring me presents nearly every day.
I give them cat food. They give me dead mice. Right in front of the door.
I love dead mice... Right!
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