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Just in case I haven’t told you earlier, I have gained a share of the care-taking of two animals to keep me company for the last four months.
There are pluses and minuses when it all comes down to brass tacks. I like house pets, but I don’t particularly like the taking care of the pets. One is an orange female tabby cat with remarkable white paws and other markings. She is almost always very impatient when it comes to feeding times in afternoons and mornings. But after eating heartily I need to look out for this pet cat, named Peaches, which quickly helps itself to the arm of my big chair after jumping very deftly three feet from the back of my living room couch.
Peaches was named with a sister cat named Cream which went missing one day.
In fact, to be more specific, Peaches loves to give up her perch on the living room couch quilt (a gift from my best friend, Mavis) each morning about 6 a.m. and make a beeline to my bedroom where she will jump up on my bed and tries to see me as she climbs right up close to my head and starts purring while peering into me eyes to see if I’m awake.
Now let me tell you about the other pet — a handsome female Golden Retriever mix named Gypsy which is far more close to me after both Peaches and Gypsy have lived with me for the past four months. They are both my son Todd’s pets. I have been taking care of them while he attends business meetings since his retirement from The Wake Weekly.
Gypsy stays with me from morning through the night always knowing where I’m going right on down to going to the bathroom, and she accompanies me and returns to her favorite resting place — on the carpet close by my recliner where she can observe me if I decide to leave for anything.
There is one thing that is hard for her to understand — why does Peaches have the option of sleeping on the couch’s folded up quilt, but she doesn’t. Well, I haven’t found a way of telling Gypsy she is too heavy (about 80 pounds) and Peaches weighs maybe only about 10 pounds (quite a difference).
Sometimes I like to play tricks on Gypsy (and she reciprocates). Like last night when it was bedtime (after she and I had given her a walk, and run, inside the fence surrounding our swimming pool just before bedtime) and I called Gypsy for her to follow me down the hallway to my bedroom where she curls up on the multi-colored (folded up) rug at the foot of my bed.
But wait a minute — Gypsy wasn’t following me like usual and slipped away — back down the hallway to where I found her curled up on one end of the couch pretty as a picture (and almost smiling at me before I admonished her for trying to play a trick on me). However, she immediately got up when she saw that I had caught her and she immediately got up and followed me to my bedroom where she curled up on her blanket and spent the night there.
I open my bedroom door when close to time to get up, and that allows Peaches to make her entrance.
Gypsy is a very smart dog and usually stays right close to my recliner. I can’t help but laugh when sometimes she will look intensely at me to see what I may be thinking or about to say. I noticed her watching TV right along with me the other day.
And just this afternoon she pulled a fast one on me. She loves to finish Peaches’ cat food which come in cans opened by pulling a tab and yanking hard to open the entire top. To get the contents out in one piece, I have a small metal dish resembling a smoker’s ashtray, and after hitting the can hard and straight to the tray, the entire contents will usually fall out.
Sometimes, Peaches will not eat all the can’s contents at once and Gypsy will run out to try and get what’s left. Yesterday was one of those days. Gypsy snuck back in when and I thought all the time she was around the patio.
Bob Allen, publisher emeritus of The Wake Weekly, invites comments at 919-556-3059 or firstname.lastname@example.org.