a little over a year ago, I brought a dog into a cat house. boy, that didn’t sound right. For years, I’ve had cats. they are easy. you leave for a couple days, and the cats can survive on what you leave out for them. they use a litter box indoors. they don’t need exercise. and for the most part, they don’t chew stuff up. so, the dog enters this world as a puppy. the dog gets treated much like the cats. so, he pretty much thinks he’s a cat. which isn’t a bad thing except for when he gets into my lap. he’s a German Shepherd. a little big for the lap.
In September of last year, I had to put my oldest beloved cat to sleep. oh, I didn’t do it. the vet did it. but it was as though I put a dagger into his heart, thus putting it in mine. My heart still aches. some people say, ‘it’s just a cat.’ but that cat had seen me through so much. he never turned his back on me. he never hurt me. sigh.
Today, I’ve added another cat so I’m back to 2 cats and 1 dog. The new cat is about 10-11 months old. Crazy. He and the dog play together, sleep together at night, tease each other. it’s been an amazing journey to watch. people are always amazed when they see the 2 in action. 🙂
I am alone except for the animals. they are here when I get home from work; they are here when I am sad or happy. they are my family. and soon, I’ll put photos up of the monsters. 🙂