Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Pets are the Best!

They are our constant companions, love us when we’re bitchy and in our sloppy PJs with no hair combed and when we have the flu. And they train us really well.
And here I thought we were supposed to train them! Ha!

Pet joke:  What side of the door does the cat like to be on? The other side. That’s why I jump up and down the whole blasted night while trying to watch TV to let my cat in and out of the porch. Am I a well trained owner or what!


And then there’s the food issue. Every three days I bake my cat chicken thighs. Not breasts or legs or wings...but thighs. Then cut into small pieces and served room temp. Not cold and not hot.

And then we have the water glass issue. Know that snotty white cat on TV who eats his kibble out of a crystal glass...that’s my cat’s water bowl. Good grief.

I have two cats at the moment, Pixel and Spooky. Pixel was supposed to be for my son, a gift from my daughter. Yeah, right. We all know how the pet for the kid thing works...parents get the pet! And I got Spooky out of the grocery store parking lot. He was living in the cart area. I herd this pitiful meow and suddenly had a new cat in my life.


If I didn’t have cats I’d have a dog. I know they are more work but they are always happy. Something about a wagging tail will cure any depression. A gift from the pet gods.

In the Consignment Shop Mysteries we have Bruce Willis and in Demise in Denim out in April he and Reagan have an anniversary. Here’s an excerpt to give you a feel of how they feel about each other.

“I have a prezzie for you,” I sing-songed to BW now wagging his tail as we crossed KiKi’s front yard that butted up to mine. I opened the backdoor of Cherry House, went to the fridge and pulled out a little white box and headed for the front porch, BW’s nail tapping across the hardwood floor as he followed me. We sat together on the top step and I opened the box.
“Do you remember what today is?” I took a chicken McNugget from the box and split it in two. I popped half in my mouth and fed the other to BW.
“One year ago you and I became BFFs. I was in a bad way and you weren’t any better. We’d both been abandoned. You were hiding under this very porch though then there wasn’t a hole the roof. I shared my McNuggets with you.” I broke another one in half. “I’d just opened the Prissy Fox. I needed money to keep Cherry House going and I had a closet full of designer clothes I didn’t need since Hollis the now ex kicked me to the curb for Cupcake the now dead.”
BW only seemed marginally interested in my sentimental walk down memory lane. I kissed him on the snout and he gobbled a McNugget right from the box. “So here we are, just the two of us, one year later. Any chance you’ll start doing the laundry any time soon?”
I got an eye roll I swear I really did.
“Vacuum?”
BW chomped two nuggets right out of the box.
“Are you happy?”
This time I got a burp and doggy head in my lap. I took that as a yes.

In Geared for the Grave there are two cats, Bambino and Cleveland. Next week you’ll hear from them.
 
Tell me about your pet and I’ll give away two Geared for the Grave totes from the answers.

Have a barking-good Wednesday.
Duffy



45 comments:

Laurie Kraft said...
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Laurie Kraft said...

My dogs name is Molly. I found her on a pet internet site. She was rescued from one of the worst pounds in the area by a rescue group, H.A.R.T. She was dropped off there and had 9 puppies, two of which died. We waited for six weeks for her until the puppies were weaned. When I went to the local PetSmart to see her for the first time, it was love at first sight. She was approximately 1 - 1 1/2 years old when we got her and now, she will be16 in March, 2015. She follows me everywhere, and I do mean everywhere! She goes with me everywhere and stays at my side. She is the epitome of Mans Best Friend; but she's more than a friend, she is part of our family

LD Masterson said...

I don't know, Duffy, the more I hear people talk about their cats, there more I believe dogs are a lots less work. Well, not less than my Sophie but that's just cause she's so neurotic.

Can't wait to read Demise in Denim.

Grandma Cootie said...

So nice to hear about Bruce Willis again ;-) !

Pep the Pug started taking over our house about 11 years ago and it's never stopped. Like us, he's had some surgeries so isn't quite as mobile as he used to be. In the past he would lead us upstairs (smiles, little yips, what we call the horsey spin around) to have a drink from the water bowl in the bathroom, which was obviously much superior to the one downstairs. He has always been able to tell time. No matter who else is in the house at EXACTLY 4:30 he tracks me down and gives me the stare and sends the vibes: "Hello, it's dinner time, get with it." Now he wants to be lifted up to sit in the recliner with my husband (Pep's Grandpa). Sit for a while, get down, sit, back and forth. Comes to me on the couch, smile, couple of licks, sidewise walk to recliner, eyes shift back and forth, me, the chair, get it, put me up there. If I'm not there it's the chin on the foot rest and the soulful eyes. If that doesn't work it's a loud sigh and flop on the floor.

We fully expect that someday he will get tired of having charades and just turn around and start talking to us. But his excitement - and howls if we've been gone more than 5 minutes - made all those antic worth it.

katherine is love said...

We have two cats and a dog. I grew up around animals and knew that I wanted to have them. My husband is a dog lover, but thanks to me he is now a (reluctant) cat lover as well.

I always say that if I could afford it, I would have a houseful of pets. You never feel lonely when you have pets, that is for sure...you also never have a wallet full of money, but ya know, they make up for that :)
Jake is our border collie. He is not like a stereotypical border collie. He is a rescue dog (we rescued him from an abusive and neglectful situation when he was a year old) and he is the sweetest, most gentle dog. We have a two year old son and Jake is so gentle around him.

Baby is our white cat. I had her before I met my husband. She is very standoffish and likes to keep to herself, but rewards me and my husband daily with kitty snuggles. She doesn't want anything to do with our two year old, she hides from him.

Mamba is our half siamese cat. He is wild, at just over a year old. He is the one who will play with our son. Our son will throw a cat toy for Mamba and Mamba will run and fetch it. He's very social and follows us around the house, "talking". When he sleeps, he makes sure it is in a room where someone else is. He is the opposite of Baby...she likes to be left alone, and Mamba likes to be the center of attention.

I couldn't imagine my life without pets. I love them dearly and they are truly family members.

Sue Farrell said...

We have 2 cats and 2 beagles. All are spoiled rotten. The male cat. Malachi, is the oldest and he raised the 2 beagles when they were pups. They still mind his orders to this day. None of them have any idea that cats and dogs are different species.
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Duffy Brown said...

I love all these stories!! They are amazing. Your pets are so lucky to have you…and you to have them. I had to wait to write this as Spooky was in my lap and needed petting time. Yep, talk about trained and I’m not referring to the cat! :-)

Duffy Brown said...

Hi Sue Love that the cat rules the roost!

Duffy Brown said...

Hi, Katherine. Wow, a playful siamese. Usually they are sort of standoffish. I’m a woman alone and my cats are my constant companions! You have an amazing family…cats, kids, canines.

Duffy Brown said...

Hi, Grandma Cootie. My husband had a dream that out cats could talk and his reacton was What took you so long. The reply was…Up until now everthing was okay. Too funny!

Duffy Brown said...

I have a Sophie granddoggie and love her to death. The thing with cats is I’m not walking them at 7 AM in the snow and ice and gloom of winter. LOL

Duffy Brown said...

Hi, Laurie! Yes, pets are a huge part of our family. Cannot imagine my life without them. They are with me all the time!

Kendra Prince said...

Duffy: I'm owned by Phoebe Vercher (the last name of the folks who sold her to me) Prince, a Pembroke Welsh Corgi who probably should have been named "Hoover," because she vacuums crumbs off the floor or "Houdini," because she fancies herself as an escape artist when it comes to getting out of the kitchen while I'm at work.

If you'd like to see and learn more about her, her blog for her first year is at: http://corgichronicles.wordpress.com/. Blessings to you and your fur kids.

Kendra

Kelly said...

I have three furrbabies right now and hoping to add more after we move in December. My youngest is Ivy and she is my little black baby. I rescued her a year and half ago from a tree across the street from our house. She had survived a bad storm the night before up in the tree. I got her to the vet and got her shots. She fit right in with my other two kitties and my kiddos adore her. She has claimed me and is my little tree monster.

Nancy O'Neill said...

My cat is the same. In and out and in and out and in and out....
And he won't drink from the water bowl on the floor - he needs glasses of water by all the sinks!

Deborah Sabin said...

Alex was my yellow lab I got right after my husband died. He was my best friend for 14 years. For the last 10 years, my doggie prince has been Marley, the neurotic chocolate Lab. I loved the cats I had before, but the doggies have been like my furry children!

Duffy Brown said...

Oh, Kendra! This is adorable. Phoebe is so darn cute. Lucky you to have her and lucky Phoebe to have made her way to your house. Love the blog!

Laura W said...

Love your post Duffy. I can relate to every word. We have "Muffy", a spoiled, sweet, adorable, silver tabby cat. You could have been talking about her in your post. Fortunately for me, she has my husband 100% trained. When he walks in the door, the game begins: open the door so I can go out on the deck, open the door so I can come back in, over and over. And then the food issue. She likes, or I should say demands, one of us to take some of her dry food out of the dish and place it on the mat. Then proceeds to eat it piece by piece. When it's gone, we start all over. But, a house is not a home without a cat. Amen!

Duffy Brown said...

Hi, Kelly. I rescued a cat from my neighbor who left him out though he had no claws, didn’t feed him, then ignored him when he came home bleeding and a mess. I took him to the vet, nursed him back to health and gave him to my daughter and told a whooper of a lie to my neighbor that I didn’t know where their cat was. Lordy!

Duffy Brown said...

Hi Nancy. Yes, mine love the sink too…unless they fall in when it’s full of water. Yikes!

Duffy Brown said...

Hi. Laura. I cannot image my house without at least one cat. The food issue is so funny. A half-empty bowl is the end of the world as we know it. LOL

Annette N said...

I live with two rescued Boxers. They are both cancer survivors. They are now older ladies. They are busy bodies, I have at least one Boxer face in everything I do. My heart goes out to anyone who does not live with a pet. They bring joy. My family has pointed out that mine are so spoiled, the reason they live with me, no one else would put up with them. For instance, I generally have yogurt for breakfast. The girls wait until the bottom of the container and they they each get a spoonful. The only human food they get is yogurt, and they never let me forget it.

Duffy Brown said...

Hi, Annette
Cancer survivors…you are a really great doggie mommy. What a lovely family.
Hugs, Duffy

Rachel Mustain said...

I am a total cat person so our house has more than one. They always end up finding us. Ours are all rescues and I am currently cuddling w Skitten and Birdie, my black shorthair males. One is twelve, the other eleven. They are spoiled rotten.

Anonymous said...

I have four dogs, the smallest is 65 lbs. I never have to worry about being too cold! It all started with my first dog as an adult, a pup who caught my attention when I had stopped by the local shelter to see a different dog. This little border collie girl just kept watching my every move and was determined that I wouldn't leave her there. In fact, Bandit pretty much went everywhere with me except to work (oh, if only...), and she knew that when I got home it was time to party! She saw my sons off to college, moved with me three times, and forgave me any failings. After I lost her to hemangiosarcoma, I thought I could never put myself through that kind of pain again. That lasted six weeks. And then I found a Berner rescue group, and when I went to see the dogs, one particular little girl claimed me. And then she needed more space (and we moved to the country) and then she needed a buddy (and I brought home a Great Pyrenees for her) and then three more dogs found their way into her home. I lost her to cancer almost six years ago, and my Pyr a year ago. Another Berner has joined the family, my Peter Pan boy who may never grow up. They keep me laughing and sane and centered. And broke, but with a full heart.

Duffy Brown said...

Hi, Rachel. They do seem to find us, don’t they. I had one kitty pass on and swore I’d take a few months off to recoop and the next day my son brought me a stray he found. So glad you spoil your kitties as much as I do.

Duffy Brown said...

Him Kansan. You are an amazing dog mommy! Love the stories. You should write them down. I know what you mean about being broke. Mine always get sick on the weekends when everything costs a ton! Hugs to you and your pups.

Marlene Ezell said...

I have nine Schipperkes. I show in performance and conformation, but mostly my dogs are my family. I have two rescue Schipperkes that I have adopted. Jack is my heart dog and is a great champion for the breed. Stefan was a singleton puppy brought into this world by c-section. He has everyone wrapped around his little paws. My dogs love me unconditionally.

Jill Werkman said...

I went looking for a puppy one day. A big dog., None of the puppies seemed. right. The lady said she had one more dog although he was not really what i was looking for. I said bring him in. Well needless to say I now live with George, the 8 pound ,10 1/2 year old, blind Shiz Tsu with congestive heart failure. Not potty trained. Fortunately he is smart and trained in just under 3 weeks. He is the sweetest dog. I have never in 2 years heard him bark. He loves everyone. He has made my life complete.

Gayle Carline said...

We have two dogs and a cat, plus two horses. The dogs are Duffy the Corgi (who thinks he is the smart one), and Lady Spazzleton the rescue golden retriever (who licks everything, including the carpet). They are canine maniacs, or caniacs, and love to wrestle all over the house. Our kitty is Katy, a very old but spry Ragdoll. The horses are Quarter horses, Frostie and her son, Snoopy. Frostie is small and red with white hairs, and Snoopy is big and black. When Snoopy was 3, he was a champion show horse. When he was 4, he broke his leg. It took almost 3 years to rehab him, but at nearly 11, I can ride him in a few shows every year. He actually wrote his memoir about overcoming his injury - he tells a damn fine story.

Katreader said...

At the moment I have 9 pets. Harley is the eldest who actually has his own place. He's an off track thoroughbred who raced under the name Bad to the Bone. He's about 23. At home I have 4 cats and 4 rats. The rats are Blizzard, Eccleston, Nougat, and Eros. The latter 3 are brothers. Blizzard is over 2.5 years and is a rescue. The cats are: Aleister (found in a parking lot when he was a baby). He's all black and is 16 years old-he has hyperthyroidism and has been living with a diagnosis of cancer for over a year. Calumet is the only girl in the family (aside from me!). She's 9 and was born in the barn where I board Harley. Licorice is my second black cat who I adopted from the local humane society-he's 2. Then there's the most recent addition-Mariusz who is 5 months old. My dog, Sam, had crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and I was called to pick up his ashes. I walked around the humane society to gird my loins. That's when I saw the little orange kitten and we made a connection. He wasn't available for adoption due to some health issues. But I was persistent in checking about him, and a few days later he came home with me. Licorice adores him. The others are slowly coming around-but Callie is still a bit pissed.

Linda Rima said...
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Linda Rima said...

Currently, I have 5 cats. All rescues. Actually, 3 are mine & 2 are fosters. Mine are Tyler Rose, Maggie Mae, & Webster Alvin. Diego & Dewey are brothers and the fosters. I think at point, it's only a label. I might as well make an official adoption for them. Tyler is the matriarch at 9 with Diego & Dewey the youngest at 3. Maggie Mae is the boss. Tyler doest care to the alpha cat so she abdicated to Maggie Mae who really wanted to be in charge. Tyler loves to travel in the car on trips. The others not so much.

anneL said...

Any cat we've ever had, have been rescue or they have found us. Currently we have Pizzelle and Shadow. Pizzelle was a surprise and a delicately delightful one, she is now 17. Recently Shadow found us-names! we tried naming him something else but he followed me around everywhere,like, you guessed it- a shadow! He's the first male cat we've ever had and it is so interesting how different male and female cats are. We learn something new each week!

Melanie Backus said...

I have two wonderful dogs! Heidi and Josie are the names of my little four legged friends. They love me unconditionally and always great me with a smile. That, in itself, is priceless!

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Duffy Brown said...

Oh, Marlene! What an amazing family you have…they they are so lucky to have you in their lives. Love how each has his own story. You have one happy house!

Duffy Brown said...

Oh, Jill, that you took in a blind pup is amazing. How sweet you are to do this and I’m sure he is the best pup ever. Some things are meant to be. Hugs

Duffy Brown said...

Now that is a happy pet house. I’d love to read Snoopy’s story. Is it online some where? Love all your fur babies!

Duffy Brown said...

Hi, Katreader! What a great pet story. Love that Callie is still pissed. LOL. they are so territorial. And it’s amazing how our pets find us. Always a great story of coming home. Hugs.

Duffy Brown said...

Holy cow, Linda. Nine cats!! That is a lot of cat litter. LOL. That you have a cat who loves to travel is amazing. Mine just freak out when we go to the vet. I’d love to have my cat next to me in the car.

Duffy Brown said...

Yes, I have a male and a female and they are like an old married couple. Too funny. 17 years is a loooong time for a kitty. What a great cat mommy you are. Hugs

Duffy Brown said...

Hi, Melanie! Yes, dogs are amazing friends. Always make me feel better when I dogsit for my kids. Sure brighten up the house.

Duffy Brown said...

The tote winners are…LD Masterson, Linda Rima, Nancy O’Neill, Ann L, Sue Farrell

Email DuffyBrown@DuffyBrown.com with your mailing address and I’ll send along a tote. Hug you pet today…and every day.

lavendersbluegreen said...

Darn, I am always a day late lately!

Gayle Carline said...

Snoopy has his own blog, at http://thatsmysnoopy.blogspot.com. His book is available on Amazon, in paperback and on Kindle. It's called FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH: ONE LUCKY MEMOIR. He's a goofball, as are all our pets. I'm not sure if we pick them that way, or if we make them that way!