I just let my cat out for nighttime hunting of voles, moles, and other creatures. She's a yard cat for sure. She'll sleep with us on really cold winter nights, but when it gets over 40 degrees, as long as it's not raining hard, she's out patrolling "her properties".
She was found by the "animal police" as a kitten in the wild, and we rescued her from possible city life in an apartment. She lives in the country with acres around her on a dead-end road, three houses only. All the neighbors understand that the middle of said road belongs to her. She's a Manx Bob Tail, built for hunting, natured like a dog. Arya is unafraid and chases her Border Collie after having been chased around the yard, just to spite her.
I was the cat person; my husband was the dog person. We got married. The cats have all preferred my husband; the dogs have all preferred me. At least they get along. Life is strange.
I shared this with a friend of mine who lost his wife last year. He is comforted daily by their faithful Husky companion who remains continuously at his side.
He’s having this piece framed to share with visitors to their humble abode.
We don’t deserve dogs BUT, thank you God.
As JW Stephen's said, "I want to be the person my Dog thinks I am."
God Bless You. You have made my day! The Story tells an eternal truth.
Your comment made MY day!
And Ginger was a princess among dogs. RIP, magnificent loyal friend of my lifelong friend.
That’s why I have a sign in my three-Jack Russell home,”Dogs welcome; people tolerated.”
It's still my favorite line about politics and friendships in the Washington, DC.
Our Beagle's only fault is that they leave us too soon.
Beautiful piece!
"First Friend"
See "The Cat that walked by Himself" by Rudyard Kipling. One link - https://fullreads.com/literature/the-cat-that-walked-by-himself/
I just let my cat out for nighttime hunting of voles, moles, and other creatures. She's a yard cat for sure. She'll sleep with us on really cold winter nights, but when it gets over 40 degrees, as long as it's not raining hard, she's out patrolling "her properties".
She was found by the "animal police" as a kitten in the wild, and we rescued her from possible city life in an apartment. She lives in the country with acres around her on a dead-end road, three houses only. All the neighbors understand that the middle of said road belongs to her. She's a Manx Bob Tail, built for hunting, natured like a dog. Arya is unafraid and chases her Border Collie after having been chased around the yard, just to spite her.
I was the cat person; my husband was the dog person. We got married. The cats have all preferred my husband; the dogs have all preferred me. At least they get along. Life is strange.
That was fantastic and very true. Thanks for sharing.
I shared this with a friend of mine who lost his wife last year. He is comforted daily by their faithful Husky companion who remains continuously at his side.
He’s having this piece framed to share with visitors to their humble abode.
Thank you for sharing John.
You are in our thoughts and prayers.
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So moving, and so true!
Dogs represent the best we aspire to find in man.
Thank you John for this beautiful text.
That's a very well-groomed fellow!