Thursday, 1 November 2012

Happiness is a Warm.....Pet

Things are on the improve.

Lately, I've been able to see and acknowledge the light almost as much as the dark.

We have a new furry kid, four all-up now. Frank and Mabel - our cats, Bob and now Maude - our scruffy dogs.

I have a thing for naming my pets as if they were residents of an old folks home. No idea why, it just feels right. Before this lot we had Harry, Merle and Joyce.

Maude's a nutcase (Jack Russel X Maltese) and still in puppy mode - a cheeky, bouncy, prancy, little, ginger and white spunk.

The rest of the menagerie has adopted her and are all *tolerating* her antics.
Crankenstein (Frank) is clearly still Top Cat and has let her know with numerous stare downs and hissy-swipes.

Bob's being his calm, patient, tolerant self. Although, when she took a flying leap and landed on him as he slept in his inside-bed, he gave her a deep, short, sharp, growly snap and she hasn't dared try it again.

Yes, it means we are tied down and can't do spontaneous stuff and feeding, cleaning, de-fleaing, worming and washing their bedding are thankless chores, but their presence, alive-ness and personalities are calming, distracting and worth it all.

Too funny, after all the years of kid-wrangling, here we are with a gang of (almost as labour intensive) surrogate, furry ones!

During the many times when I am home alone, if I chat to them and pat and watch them - I can feel  tension and stress leave my body and my mind switches off all the noisy chatter.

Stand Off

Frank and Mabel = Yin and Yang

Anxious Bobby aware of Crankenstein behind him!

Exhausted little Maude

1 comment:

  1. Aw! Look at these sweet fur kids, lady!! So squeezable! x


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