Apr
13
2013
China, my exotically long haired black and white cat was on the kitchen counter meowing. That was unusual behavior. I seldom hear him talk. I looked around and noted the two cat dishes were completely empty so I filled them immediately. He stopped meowing. He got his point across. I am sure the other six cats were also happy. They now had food.
Mar
25
2013
There are many reasons I love my pets. Growing up, I had none. It was not even an option. I have a chance to do it all over. At the moment, I have a menagerie–seven cats and four dogs. I know I won’t always have that many. I love each cat and dog. Sure they are a responsibility. I welcome that gladly. Each cat and each dog is different. Each one I have to love differently. Not every pet responds to me. So what. It is a privilege to raise them. They don’t belong to me. Each one is on loan. I treat each animal differently. Like others, there are those I love more. Cats are very different than dogs–much more independent. I am just glad I have the opportunity to raise and love each animal. It is a privilege and an honor.
Mar
25
2013
My seven cats and four dogs enrich my life. I have to admit only one cat (Cool Hand Luke), a completely black scrawny cat, seeks me out and snuggles up to me occasionally. Maybe, that is because she is the only pet I had before I met my wife over ten years ago. I have always taken care of her. She has a favorite spot in my room, where she curls up by the window on the books I have placed there. When she is not there at night she sleeps on my bed catercorner from me. She does not get along too well with the other cats.
My relationship with the other six cats are all different. Cheyenne, a beautiful long haired cat, usually does not let me pet him. In fact, if I approach him; he goes the opposite way and looks at me with the expression “how dare you go near me.” Jasmine, a tiny delicate female, the mother of four of our cats, does not seek me out but does not object if I pet her.
China, a long haired exotically colored black and white cat is one cool cat, supremely confidently poised cat will, also, not seek me out but certainly not turn down an hug from me. Tiger will also not turn me down. He has the softest fur. Even the vet commented how soft his fur was.
Pumpkin, the only cat from Jasmine’s first litter, is just a nice cat and gets along with all the other cats. And then there is Buttons, somewhat similar in coloring to Tiger. He was the last cat to enter this household. He showed up at our front door. He is about as wild as you can be and still be a domestic cat. He hides under our bed. And usually goes the other way if I dare approach him. That takes care of the cats and now I will talk briefly about our four dogs.
There is Pax, the elder, who is a ninety pound scary dog but a real scaredy cat. He likes the sound of his own voice and will demonstrate that if he runs into the yard and seeks out the furthest right corner of the fence barking every step of the way. He comes up to me if he wants something for he knows I will not ignore him and act quicker than my wife. He is getting up in age–now twelve.
Now there is the golden retriever appropriately named Sweetie. She is very tactile, loves to have something in her mouth and just can not get enough attention. In fact, she will demand it and sit there all day while you pet her. She is the mom of the last two dogs (Pax is the Dad) Tilla and Coco.
Coco is a long haired female who is black with a touch of red in there. She has the most adorable fluffy ears. She likes her privacy. She will often go into the bed room by herself and just stay there for hours. She will lie down there front paws crossed so delicate like completely feminine like.
The last animal I have is Tilla originally called Atilla The Hun and The Olympian. He is the only dog who could jump the fence we had built around a large section of the yard and necessitated us building it even higher. He is lean, aggressive and completely black and the most athletic of our four dogs.
He keeps me company as I watch TV in the evening and then sleeps in the Lazy Boy I vacate when I go to bed. I won his love by giving him a belly rub almost every time he wanted it. He and I have a special relationship. He is the only dog I have given walks. That is a brief description of my relationships I have with my eleven animals. Each one is different.
Mar
23
2013
I don’t want more things to come into my house, that is cluttered enough; although we have made much progress. I am as responsible as my wife for more things coming into my house. There is always another book or another piece of music to purchase. When both of us go, someone will have a massive job to clear the house. I mentioned this to my wife and she did not seem concerned about this. We have made much progress in decluttering our house. It seems a losing battle. I really have to determine (in our will) what truly is important. To me it is my journals and poems. I don’t know what things my wife wants to bequeath if anything. Right now we have a menagerie (seven cats and four dogs) but they are starting to get up in age, particularly, the cats, where the youngest one is nine years old. I am sure my wife would want them to go to a good home if any animals were left when both of us are gone. You never know how much time you have. And death may come suddenly. You never know.
Mar
5
2013
Coco, Tilla and Cool Hand Luke have their nightly routines. The first two are two of my dogs (I have four) and the third is one of my cats (I have seven). Coco, when she is ready to retire for the evening, lies down on the far side of my bed. In fact, once in awhile she even jumps on my bed after I have gone to sleep.
Her brother, Tilla, last night joined me in my office (or “man cave” as some people would put it) and while I was watching TV came in the room and nudged shut the door and laid patiently there waiting for me to retire. As soon as I was finished watching TV and left my Lazy Boy chair he immediately jumped on it. His bed time is nine (but not mine) and if I am not on the chair he will take it. More than once he wouldn’t budge. I had to sit on him before he reluctantly left so I could watch TV.
Cool Hand Luke’s favorite spot is in the same room. The black cat (interesting enough the two dogs mentioned are also completely black) will sit on some books perched on top of a book case to the left of my Lazy Boy chair and by the window. She is often found there. That is a new spot for her. For a long time she used to lie curled at night at the head of the bed to the left of me.
She does not get along too well with some of the other cats. For a number of months other cats were often lying together on my bed especially Jasmine, a dainty female, with some or all of her four kids she had in two litters. Sometimes Buttons, a tiger colored cat (we have two), will lie on our bed too; although he often hides under the bed. He sometimes terrorizes Cool Hand Luke. Of late, the cats have not been spending the night on the bed so Cool Hand Luke has returned occasionally to her old spot.
The other pets’ routines at night I have not noticed or they do not have the same ones every night. The other cats are great at disappearing. My wife who sleeps on the other Lazy Boy chair in the living room says the cats are quite noisy at night. I would not know. I sleep solidly.
May
15
2012
Sometimes your animals don’t like you. Cheyenne a beautiful grey and white long haired cat simply does not like me. Almost every time I approach him he stiffens as if to say, “Don’t you dare touch me.” and runs in the opposite direction. I don’t quite understand it. We have seven cats and he is the only one (minus Buttons who is about as wild as can be and still be a house cat) who does that. I try repeatedly to pet him. It is almost always the same result: he runs away from me. He wants nothing to do with me. Cheyenne does not like me.
Mar
29
2012
A pet’s love is nothing you can earn. Sure, you can feed it and give it water. Nevertheless they have their own ways and proclivities. I don’t know why Cheyenne, one of my cats, usually goes in the opposite direction when I approach him but he does. Each animal has their own personality and likes and dislikes. Tilla, one of my black dogs, and I have a special relationship. When he wants a hug, he puts his paws and chest on me when I am sitting–all eighty pounds of him.
Some of my seven cats ignore me. Buttons is one. He is about as wild as you can be and still be an indoor cat. He is also another that goes the opposite direction when I approach him. Catching him to take to the vet is near impossible. He is a tiger looking cat and we have two of them. The other appropriately called Tiger will let me pet him. Cool hand Luke is the last animal I brought into this marriage and he is the closest cat I have to being mine. He usually sleeps on our bed. The other three dogs we have are all different.
Pax loves bread and is a thief. Don’t leave your bagel unattended. Coco will appear at your lap if you are eating anything crunchy and demand her share. Sweetie does have a lovable nature. And she is a golden retriever. She will insist on you giving you her (???) attention. She is almost needy and probably gets lost in the mix of dogs. If she was the only dog, she would get more attention but she is not. I have not even talked about all the cats. We have five others–all unique. China is an exotically black and white colored cat, who is one laid back cat. Her mom Jasmine is a diminutive, demure cat who holds her own with all the other cats. There is nothing you can do to earn their love. Sure you feed them. They either like you or don’t.
Feb
23
2012
“Pumpkin” is a grey cat with white feet and large splashes of white under his neck and belly. He occasionally sleeps on my bed and like his belly rubbed: he will turn on his back as I do that and sometimes “tooth” me if I rub him too hard although he has never bitten me. He is a mild mannered cat bigger than his mom, “Jasmine” but small, nevertheless. He gets along with all the other cats, which is saying something for there are six others in the house. He was the only survivor from “Jasmine’s” first litter. It is not that unusual to see Mom and “Pumpkin” and his other three half brothers hanging out together. “Pumpkin” is just a nice cat.
Jul
7
2011
All I could do was dust. And listen to some music to counter my dark mood (the latest “Sugarland” CD). Dusting is a mindless task. In this house there is no lack of dust: we have four dogs and seven cats. Dusting is an unending job in this house. In the process I changed a light bulb. At least, I kept moving. That is a good thing. When I am depressed I don’t feel like doing that. It can’t hurt. And I may go on to something else after dusting. Let us see what is going to happen next.
Mar
23
2011
Most nights I am greeted by my three black pets when I go to bed. There is “Coco” my female “pup” who usually is at the foot of my bed. Then there is “Tilla” another “pup”, who sometimes lies on the left side of my bed and other times is on the the bed.
Sometimes in the middle of the night I find him curled right next to me. I call these two dogs “pups” but they are full grown now. There is my black cat “Cool Hand Luke” who is never too far from me sometimes snuggling right next to me.
This is their routine. And they know mine. My cat has been with me almost ten years even before Lynelle and I married.
I have other pets (two more dogs and six more cats) but these three are special and when they are not in my bedroom when I go to bed I miss them. I always leave the door ajar so if they want to leave, they can. They have spirits of their own.
Jan
22
2011
“Cool Hand Luke” is sitting on the corner of our bed. He can usually be found in that room. He is the last survivor of the animals I brought into this marriage. The other two, oddly enough all black like she, are now dead. The cat must be at least nine years old.
She does have some peculiarities: not only does she hang out in our bedroom she also likes going through doors. Open one she will dash out and seconds later if we open the same door she will quickly scoot back in.
She is kind of a loner: she does not hang out with any of the other six cats although she is the most aggressive. If we put out cat food, she is the first one at the dish. I usually go to bed first and she often is near me snuggling up to me arching her back asking to be petted.
She is one laid back cat and I don’t remember who named her “Cool Hand Luke” although the name suit (???) her perfectly. She is my cat although you really never own a cat. They own you.
Her presence on my bed when I go to sleep is a comfort to me. She is a special pet to me. I don’t pay as much attention to the other six.
Jan
19
2011
Two cats of ours were months overdue on their shots (we have seven). Of course, they are the wildest and hardest to catch. They did have appointments. And I could not catch them. All of a sudden, it had become my responsibility.
And I was taunted and criticized by my other when I could not find them no less catch them and then put them in the carrier.
Today, I was reminded, again, two cats are overdue for their exam and shots. My wife previously caught them. Somehow, it had become my responsibility.
I refuse to be told I am less than a man because I am unsuccessful in locating them much less grabbing them and placing the squirming cat in the carrier. This is all absurd.
She insisted I make an appointment for two at one time. We save a little money. I refused. I remember my prior treatment by my wife.
I did not want to be criticized again. We also have four dogs. The dogs do not hide under furniture or can’t hide period!
Even my vet says it takes two to catch a cat. This all seems very unfair and I refuse to make any further appointment for a cat until we work this out to my satisfaction.
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