Thank God for my pets. Somehow I believe it is no accident my second wife also loves animals. I never had pets growing up. I love all of my pets. All eight cats and all four dogs. It is a menagerie. And it is true I can’t go on vacation so easily but that is a small price to pay.
There is Tilla one of the pups we kept of our golden retriever (we kept two) who is a paradox extremely aggressive but timid at the same time. For example, if you throw four scraps to our four dogs, he usually will get three if you don’t stop him.
He actually let my daughter pet him the last time she was over (that was a first). He still runs in the other direction when my son approaches him. And he is good with pets.
Coco is the other pup of Sweetie and extremely affectionate although she can be pretty insistent when she wants to go out. She will sit at our feet front legs crossed sometimes–a real lady. She gets along with everyone.
My eight cats are all different (the one unfixed female, now fixed) had two litters–one and three. Pumpkin the only surviving cat from the first litter is one quiet, laid back cat who seems to get along with all the other seven.
The other three from the second litter of Jasmine’s are Cheyenne, China, and other whose name temporarily escapes me. Both Cheyenne and China are long haired. The mother is shorted (???) haired, small and dainty but able to take well care of herself.
Cheyenne is one beautiful although somewhat wild cat. He usually does not let me pet him. If I get too close, he gives me the eye as if to ask me “how dare you approach me?”
China is one exotically black and white colored cat who is one cool character. He is extremely laid back and nothing seems to faze him. I always have trouble remembering the sexes of our cats.
Cool Hand Luke a black female cat I brought into this marriage who hangs out in our bedroom and is appropriately named. I have another completely black cat “Slinky”.
It is hard to tell the two apart although if you pet them you can tell the difference immediately. “Slinky” is somewhat timid and extremely affectionate.
Tiger is the third cat from the second litter of Jasmine also appropriately named who sorts (???) blends in with every one.
Buttons is the other tiger looking cat who decided to adopt our family. He showed up at our doorsteps and my wife started feeding him and when he got his shots, she let him come in.
He knew a good thing when he came in: he did not go out for months again. He is the newest member of our menagerie. He does, at times, terrorize the other cats.
He also terrorized the vet and her staff during his exam: It took them ten minutes to catch him in the exam room when he squirmed out of the grasp of the vet and three people were chasing him around the room (the vet called for backup).
He scratched the hell out of the vet in the process. He is still a (???) somewhat wild although he has calmed somewhat after he got fixed. That pretty much takes care of our cats.
Pax, the father of the pups, is the only pet of ours not mentioned by name. He is the biggest and oldest dog close to an hundred pounds, an Rottweiler mix.
He suffered from bad ear infections and only at the vet where they put a muzzle on him would he allow anyone to go near to clean them. It took me awhile before I lost my fear of him. The veterinary helper called him a “baby.” He is one dog I never want to get out he is one scary looking dog.
There is also Sweetie our golden retriever who is aptly named. She will stand there forever letting you pet her. She is one happy-go-lucky dog who always likes to have something in her mouth. She was traumatized by her original owner who would lock her up for hours. That is how we got her and that is the last of our menagerie.
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I make sure my two large bird house totems face outward, one on each side of my front door. I want the birds in my neighborhood to feel welcome. There are a multitude of birds that come to our five feeders, which I keep well supplied with anything from sunflower seed to thistle to suet and when the warm weather arrives I put out nectar I make especially for the hummingbirds. That does not even include the birdseed I scatter on the ground for the birds who prefer to feed there.
(which I have placed right next to the trunk of the large white pine tree) and there is his companion–the smaller downy woodpecker which stands at attention as it climbs up and down the trunk of the same tree also feeding on the suet. Then there is the diminutive brown creeper who is aptly named who also feeds on the suet and my favorite–the fearless chickadee whose antics I always love watching.
