So get this: our two cats, Sam and Sally, have total run of the house. They can literally sleep anywhere. Our living room furniture is a very nice wicker with pillows and cushions. The wicker set consists of two chairs and two love seats. Sam and Sally each have their own chair that they sleep in every day and night.
Not to mention the fact, they camp out on either the downstairs or upstairs beds whenever they feel like it. So, as I was thinking about writing this column, I noticed Sally curled up in a ball on the center of Moxie’s bed. (Moxie has a regular dog-type bed cushion on the floor.)
I was watching the news and I noticed Moxie seemed very restless. When I told her to go lay down, she kind of walked up to her bed and very politely stepped away from where Sally was laying. She then looked up at me questioningly with a very concerned aspect on her face.
So, she lay down instead in front of the wood stove which happened to be right in front of me. I’m like, “It’s ok Mox, you’ll get your bed back when you want it.” But Moxie is really too polite to push the cats off her bedding.
Herman had his friend Steve over for breakfast this morning. When Steve saw the cats jump up on the counter where their food and water is kept, he said, “Now that wouldn’t fly at our house.” Steve and his wife Carol have a cat too, but their cat doesn’t get all the privileges ours do. (Their cat’s name is Macavity. I think it’s from the Musical, Cats!)
Anyway, everyone has their own rules for their pets. The rule for our cats is we have no rules to speak of. Except of course that they are indoor cats and must not go out. For their own protection, being de-clawed. (And for my peace of mind.)
Meanwhile, Moxie must shift for herself. If she starts to get up on a love seat, she hears a loud, “No!” Although, when we lived at the camp, her bed really was a love seat. Also wicker. That was probably confusing for her, but she is adaptable and just glad to be here.
Moxie’s favorite thing to do is ride with us when we go somewhere. Anywhere. She just likes to ride along. She doesn’t mind being in the back seat and looking out the windows for possible dog sightings. As a matter of fact, she is staring at me as I write this and whining. Which means I and Herman have to go give her a snack or let her out. More than likely, she needs a walk, having been in all day. It’ll be good for Herman. At least that’s what I tell him.