The Family Meeting was a success of sorts. I learned a lot. I would rather be labeled a crazy pet lady than someone who thinks "they're just animals." Trust me. They may not be capable of speaking our language, but they communicate their thoughts and feelings - if you take the time to listen.
I realized Fancy didn't speak much during the meeting. He was more of an observer. That's fine because he talks to me all day. I had a little crying spell yesterday after watching what was supposed to be a comedy - and guess who was the one waiting outside the bedroom door with a look of concern? Uh huh.
If you've been following this blog, you may remember Fancy was a little stray/feral who started coming to the house for food. He would sit on the wall surrounding the yard and call to me. With patience and love he finally became a housecat and has no desire for it to be otherwise. I love my black cat. Technically he's a Tuxedo, with four white paws and a white bib. He could be purple with yellow spots for all I care. He is my animal soul mate.
Me: "Fance? I noticed you didn't say much during the Family Gripe Fest - I mean meeting. Is everything okay?"
Fancy: "Sure. I was just listening. They crack me up because not one of them knows how good they have it."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Fancy: "Well, none of them have ever been hungry or wet and cold. They've never had to hide from a mean dog or try to get away from those big things on the street."
Me: "Are you taking about the coyotes that were in the neighborhood - and cars?"
Fancy: "There are terrifying things out there. I love living here. The food is great and there's always clean water. What do I have to complain about?"
Me: "What about all the other cats? Do they bother you?"
Fancy: "Nah. They make me laugh. That new kid is a hot mess."
Me: "Hahaha How do you know what a "hot mess" is?"
Fancy: "I've heard you say it - a lot. I just figured out what it means. Anyway, I love you. I know you love everybody else, too, but you're my person."
Me: "Oh, Fancy Man, you are 'my cat' - just don't tell anyone else. It will be our little secret."
Fancy and I sat there for awhile, then he winked at me and took off. I stayed in stunned silence.
Well, here's an update on Little Man. He has had the run of the house for a few nights. Except for a few minor incidents, most things have survived his freedom. He has figured out how to shut off the coffee pot; shredded another tablecloth; knocks food bowls off the table if he doesn't like what's on the menu and seems to prefer it when things are on the floor instead of on a shelf or a table. Other than that, the major things like the TV and the large vases have remained intact.
You do realize tomorrow's blog will be all about how he managed to push five large vases and a paella bowl off the ledge?
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