The thing about having a cat or a dog or a combination of the two, or even a cow, is that they always make me laugh.
I can wake up every single morning and know without a doubt that Chicken Little will make me laugh sometime throughout the day, usually more than once actually. Same with Betty when she was alive, same with Carl and Tossy and Pumpy and Big Man and Marnie and Graeme and Billy and every other pet I’ve ever owned. They all just have such quirky little personalities.
I never trust a person who says they don’t like cats because how can you not like a cat. Maybe they are intimidated by the personality of a cat. Maybe they know deep down that cats know they are dickheads. I’ve never met an animal with the same personality as another one. They’re all little individuals.
I think one of the reasons I stopped eating meat was because of a pet steer I had. His name was Brendan and I can’t remember how I ended up with him. Maybe his mother didn’t want him or he became separated from her but I bottle fed him and then he just started following me around. Every afternoon as soon as I got home from school I’d run to the paddock to see him and he’d run around after me and he had a real little personality. And when I thought about him, I couldn’t imagine eating him. He died one day when I was at school – he was bitten by a brown snake. I remember coming home and my brother telling me; I was just devastated, he was such a sweet little guy. I remember running down to the paddock to see him lying there. I’ll have to dig out a photo of him. Alive that is.
Anyway, I’ve been sorting out my photos on the computer and I found these today. Just a few of the wonderful little personalities that I’ve had the pleasure of knowing over the years.
Blondie (dog) and Thomas
Thanks for the memories guys. And why do you guys always want to sleep in such uncomfortable places.