Yeah, okay; I know I said I didn’t fool with kids, but this is different. At today’s Daily Prompt, the question was
Do you have animals in your life? If yes, what do they mean to you? If no, why have you opted not to?
(Bonus points for adorable animal photos, and double bonus if they’re taken with your phone!)
In addition to the two two-legged animals in the house besides yours truly, there are four four-legged ones. There are two cats, neither of whom want to pose for photos these days. Here are two pictures from their earlier years:
PJ and Tigger are actually brothers. We adopted their mom before we moved from NJ, not knowing she was pregnant. She had two boys and two girls; she and the two girls moved out and the boys stayed. They are now five years old and each is pushing about 20 pounds.
However, I grew up with dog siblings, not cat siblings. After much whining and pining, my dear husband said that we should get a dog. After a bit of resistance, I acquiesced and began searching for the right one. I found a sad little pooch who we nabbed and gave the name Pi because his ears were folded on top of his head, making him look like the math symbol. I soon decided he was lonely and needed another canine companion. I again began my search and found a little girl we named Sputnik, in homage to a dog Christopher’s aunt and uncle had many years ago.
Now, let me say I can’t do those little dogs; you know–the ones that come up to your ankle? I didn’t know what these two were going to turn into, but am pleased with them both in the end. Pi (72 pounds), whose birthday was in December, is now a year and a few months and Sputnik (53 pounds) is just a year, having flipped the meter last month. They are both fabulous:
Our house wouldn’t be right without all these destructive critters. They eat things (like rugs, couches, and the occasional shoe–Sputnik anyway; Pi figured out that food is much more interesting than any of that stuff), make mayhem, and are generally a laugh-riot when they aren’t making us furious. However, they are also very protective of us and our strange little abode.
They are my joy, truly. I could have the world’s worst day and when I get home, I look into these two faces. Next to smooches from Christopher, there’s nothing better than that. And first thing in the morning, I hear their jingling collars; one or most likely both of them are there at the side of the bed, smiling. That’s more than most of us get in an entire day and I get it every morning. Again, there’s nothing better.