14 years ago, someone dumped a black cat at my house. He adopted us. Make no mistake. You do not OWN cats. They allow you to feed and house them. Cats were once worshipped in Egypt. They have not forgotten.
When he was dumped, he was … maybe 3 years old. My son was into all things athletic at the time, so our new cat was named after the best athlete ever – Michael Jordan. Granted, he never had MJ’s hand time, but he used to sprint across the lawn after birds
Now he’s 17 – not a kitten. He naps all day. Over the summer, the vet said his kidneys are failing. He doesn’t act sick, but we know it’s coming.
Above he’s on the dog cushion with Fiona. Jordan is a social fellow. He particularly likes our dogs. Lightening, a terrier mix, was dumped 6 to 9 months after Jordan. The 2 of them used to sit on the picnic table and wait for me to come home. When Lightening died, Jordan quit eating for a week. When we got the Labs, Jordan was bigger … for a month … maybe. They would slobber over him until he was soggy. Puppy love is its wettest sense. In cold weather, Jordan likes to sleep on top of Toby. (Toby is calmer than Annie. She’s too wiggly.) It’s difficult to get a good picture, because they’re both black. I need more contrast.
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