CATS AND OTHER HEART STEALERS

Barring something really weird turning up, the heck with politics. Let's turn out attention to really important things. Cats and dogs.

Amy's prodigal is back. I predict he won't even think about leaving for at least an hour, maybe two. Or until he's had a full tummy or two.

It did remind me of little furry heart stealers we've known and loved over the years. There was Missy-small, white with a few black markings and a black bottle brush tail. There was some Siamese in her family tree and her tail was kinked. She was sure that stringing the bean vines was an excercise designed for her entertainment. She was the only critter two legged or four legged I ever met who could look down her nose while she was looking UP at you.

There was Candy, a little pekapoo with black markings. If she weighed much more than ten pounds soaking wet I'd be surprised. She loved warm laps and warm laundry. We have serveral pictures of her peeking out from under fresh sheets wating to be folded. She also loved green beans and would snitch them out of the bucket while you were picking them. I had an old stuffed dog that she loved to carry around. She adored my grand dad. I hope that he's fishing somewhere and she's with him.

Then there was Sam. Sam was a mix of standard poodle and full size cocker spanial. The only cat or dog I've ever seen throw a temper tantrum. We were going to go for a walk and it started pouring again. I put away the leash and Sam turned into a whirling dervish. He hated getting his feet wet. If he could get across a wet yard or deck by bouncing on one toe, he's do it. He had the pouty "why aren't you petting me anymore?" look down pat. Of course he was laying on his side angled away from you at the time and  you couldn't reach him. He really had the "pitiful" look down pat.

I've written about the current terrible twosome, Misty and Lucky. Of course we aren't wrapped around their paws. No way, unh unh, never happen. If you believe that, do I have a deal for you.

Amy, I'm very glad your prodigal has returned.