I almost entitled this, "Let It Go," but figured I would be singing that insipid song all day, so I settled on Let It Be. My entry yesterday was pretty dark and sad so, in an effort to turn things around, I am going to focus on the things that bring me joy - my little buddies. I haven't written a dialogue lately, so here goes:
Jack: (limping toward me) My foot hurts. Can you fix it?
Me: Jack! Your foot hurts because you've been chewing on it! Stop doing that and I guarantee your foot will feel better.
Jack: I chew my foot because it hurts.
Me: Let me see your foot.
Jack: I don't want you to touch it! And don't put that goop on it either.
Me: Jack, I can't help you unless you let me look at it. And that "goop" is salve to make it feel better. What do you want me to do?
Jack: Fix it!
Me: Argh! I can't fix it if you won't let me touch it! Do you want me to twitch my nose and make it better?
Jack: Yes!! Can you do that? See, I knew you would fix it...
Me: (Rolling my eyes in utter exasperation) sigh...
At this point, Rooney has disappeared, fearing I will start "fixing" things on her, like clipping her nails or cleaning her ears - heaven forbid!
The felines have settled into somewhat of a pattern. Dash has schooled a few of his brothers in the art of Aby play. They don't always play by his rules, which gets them an ass-whooping. He is about a quarter of their size, but he can take down a brother in no time. A typical day with them goes like this:
Dash: You can't catch me!
Finn: I don't want to catch you. I just want to take a nap.
Dash: Well, take this why don't you - (as he tears into him like a saber tooth tiger.)
Finn: Hey! Stop! That hurts! You're mean! I hear Chance calling you!
Chance: No I'm not! Wait! Hey - Why are you attacking me?
Dash: Cause I can! You're too slow - Betcha can't catch me!
Chance: Oh yes I can! (And they go running off - crashing into things.)
Eli: Stop this! Stop it I say! No running in the house! Whooop!!! (The sound he makes as Dash flips him over and body slams him into the fireplace screen.)
Now, Fancy has been entertained by this action but never gets involved. He doesn't engage Dash - he's too smart. Dash has proven himself worthy by knocking Fancy off a barstool a few times and getting to the treats before Fancy even sees them drop. I think they have reached an agreement of sorts. Dash knows Fancy knows Dash knows he could kick his butt. Therefore, in the spirit of détente, they have signed a peace treaty. Neither wants to be the one on my short list!
I know I'm preaching to the choir when I say cherish each moment you have with your pets - even the ones that make you want to tear your hair out. Like when Eli is sitting on my lap and digs his claws into some part of me while staring at me to see if I'm paying attention. Or Chance forgets what a litter box is for and has an accident. Or Jack chews the bottom of his foot off then wonders why it hurts. Oh, I could go on and on. But the funny stuff makes the bad moments disappear. Well, it makes them bearable - how's that?
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