There was actually a beautiful symmetry to it.
In the first year after bringing my cat, Clifford, home from the shelter, I had a pretty substantial knee surgery, one that would leave me in a significant amount of pain and relegated to my couch for four days. I learned in those days how supportive [read : unhealthily attached] Cliff was going to be – twice a day, he would efficiently combine his trips to his food dish, water bowl, and litter box in one loop, and then promptly jump back up next to me on the couch. No looking out the window, no sleeping elsewhere – he was at my side 23.9 hours a day.
You have two million dollars to spend on your community. You can either spend it on your local animal shelter or spend it fixing the teeth of poor children. Which do you pick?
(These are your only two choices, and no dividing the money)
– TM in Royal Oak, MI
Every time I go overseas for a while, I only think about two things on the flight home – seeing my Dad and seeing my cat, Clifford. I can’t help but smile wide when Cliff goes through his routine of greeting me at home after several weeks apart : chirpy meows for a minute, then walking away with a stiff tail pointed skyward, turning around, more chirpy meows, then trotting back to me purring and rubbing my legs. Oh sure, he’s excited I’m home, but before he can display that he needs to let me know that I fucked up, he knows it, and it is unacceptable. Continue reading Love, Loyalty, and Four Legs : Our Pets