My cats are pets - not peers...
Feb. 5th, 2007 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisMy Mom lived for the day 'the kids leave home and the dog dies'. I heard that at least once a week growing up. My parents were not big pet people. We usually had a dog but the dog was a dog. And we had at least one dog that after years of failed obedience or any other training, won himself a one-way ticket to the pound. (My brother and sister were told he was hit and killed chasing a car.) We sometimes had kittens but they never lived to be cats. I'm not pointing fingers, but... only making the point that PETA would never have approved of my family.
I'm not that much better. Really, I'm not. PETA would not approve of me either.
But I do amuse me when I defer to Jake and Betty. This morning, after my shower, I decided to wash the sheets and duvet cover. But, I had to wait because Jake likes to sleep in. I was working away and I heard him at the water bowl, so I hopped up and stripped the bed before he noticed.
Once the stuff came out of the dryer, I dropped the sheet onto the floor and carried the duvet cover into the bedroom to put it back on the duvet before he got his cat hair all over it. I got the bed all put back together, he hopped on.
Then I went back to the dryer to fold up the clean sheet and put it in the cupboard and, yes, Betty was smack in the middle of it. Where she remains now some 4 hours later. I guess I'll put it away when she's done. She's gotta eat sometime.
I will kick them off the chaise and out of my desk chair and move them sometimes but mostly if they got their first, they got dibs. Sigh.
[Edit for a couple of points: 1. Neither of my parents - particularly Mom - was all that wild about kids either. They were of the generation who had kids because they were supposed to but I don't think it was their first choice. 2. I am not cruel to my animals but I'm not going to pay to have their teeth cleaned either. I won't even pay to have my teeth cleaned.]
I'm not that much better. Really, I'm not. PETA would not approve of me either.
But I do amuse me when I defer to Jake and Betty. This morning, after my shower, I decided to wash the sheets and duvet cover. But, I had to wait because Jake likes to sleep in. I was working away and I heard him at the water bowl, so I hopped up and stripped the bed before he noticed.
Once the stuff came out of the dryer, I dropped the sheet onto the floor and carried the duvet cover into the bedroom to put it back on the duvet before he got his cat hair all over it. I got the bed all put back together, he hopped on.
Then I went back to the dryer to fold up the clean sheet and put it in the cupboard and, yes, Betty was smack in the middle of it. Where she remains now some 4 hours later. I guess I'll put it away when she's done. She's gotta eat sometime.
I will kick them off the chaise and out of my desk chair and move them sometimes but mostly if they got their first, they got dibs. Sigh.
[Edit for a couple of points: 1. Neither of my parents - particularly Mom - was all that wild about kids either. They were of the generation who had kids because they were supposed to but I don't think it was their first choice. 2. I am not cruel to my animals but I'm not going to pay to have their teeth cleaned either. I won't even pay to have my teeth cleaned.]
