PLAYMATES - Part II

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "A cat sees us as the dog...A cat sees himself as a human."  Unknown

THIS IS:  The last day of Adopt A Senior Pet Month

This blog is dedicated to the memory of Pumpkin, a feline who mom told me was just as cute as a baby tiger with her unusual striped fur and who left this earth far too soon.
As I mentioned, I have two furry siblings.  As the weeks went by in my new home, mom and dad started leaving the secret door open more and more.  Mickey and Minnie ventured out of that room more frequently now, but I still wasn't allowed to play chase with them.  Mom and dad would scream out my name, and I would stop dead in my tracks!

Not only was I forced to stay away from Mickey and Minnie, they even lived by their own set of house rules that were very different from mine.

Mealtime:  Why do those darn cats get to eat their meals on the counter while I must eat my meals on the floor?  I tell you, it just is not fair.  I tried eating a meal off the counter once, but I got scolded.  How did I know that a frozen (and raw) chicken breast was meant for dad's supper?  And that cooked chicken breast a few weeks later that was on the coffee table?  It was at my eye level for Pete's sake.  I thought it was meant for me.

Bedtime:  When mom and dad first brought me home, I had to sleep in my kennel.  I didn't see any kennels for Mickey or Minnie.  They were able to roam around at night and sleep wherever they wanted...usually in the warm and cozy bed with mom and dad.

Outings:  Again, I was put in my kennel while Mickey and Minnie were free to roam around the house when mom and dad were out.  My kennel felt safe and was comfortable.  Mom and dad had a nice pad for me to lay on, and I had plenty of water.  But, gee, who wouldn't rather be able to roam around the house!

Just who in the heck did these cats think they were?  It all seemed so unfair.  But one night dad let me sleep in the living room.  I pranced around those cats, and thought, Who has the freedom now, pals?

Eventually mom and dad put the kennel away, and I was free to roam wherever I wanted...even in the secret room.  And guess who gets to sleep in the warm and cozy bed now?  That's right, folks.  I do...even if I sometimes have to share with one of those spoiled felines.

There is one rule, however, where I reign superior.  My felines sibs aren't allowed out of the house...but I am.  I get to feel the cool grass tickle my paws, and I get to chase squirrels when I'm in the dog runs.  Mom and dad take me for walks and runs while Minnie and Mickey wait, pining at the door.  Take that you silly cats.  Na, na, na na na!

Oh, and one more thing.  Of course I haven't stopped chasing Mickey and Minnie.  I still get yelled at, but I don't care...it's too much fun playing chase.


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