Popular
October 1, 2019, 11:03 pm
I am emphatically not the most popular human being in our house. That designation would go to my husband. All the other inhabitants adore him. Fortunately, I’m able to handle and even enjoy my status as a second class resident.
Being an honest and non-egotistical man, my spouse will say to me, “I’m loved just because I’m the big food bowl.” Being the one who delivers the best dishes of cat food, the wet stuff, to the felines every morning, he has created an adoring herd of groupies.
While he is upstairs preparing all their dishes, I am going downstairs to our rescue cats’ apartment. Palpable disappointment is evident when I open their door…I am not the person of the moment, the purveyor of all goodness. Nevertheless, I dutifully clean their boxes, sweep the floor, fill dishes with kibble and bowls with fresh water. The dry food and I are largely ignored; their focus is entirely centered on the door to upstairs.
As soon as the cats hear my husband’s footsteps on the stairs, a frenzy of excitement begins. I can only liken my guy to the Pied Piper of Hamlin- these kitties would follow him anywhere.
Click here and see for yourself. If you ever desire to have a fan club, you will now know how to proceed.
3 Comments for this entry
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Greetings and welcome...
The Suitcase Lady Blog is now in its fifteenth year. I intend to keep following the advice from poet Mary Oliver, "Pay attention, be astonished and tell about it". Many thanks for being the people I tell it to.
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October 2nd, 2019 on 10:54 AM
I remember how sad my son would be when our dog Corky chose to sleep in my bed. But I was the one who fed him, and walked him, too . . . I could go on, but it’s too sad . . .
October 3rd, 2019 on 8:32 PM
Great job, Russ;
Just like getting the day care kids their morning cereal.
October 9th, 2019 on 7:54 AM
I loved the video!