Column | Pets Always Give Love
Cats have staff and a dog has a boss. Here at home, I have one of each. Snoopy, the dog and Micky, you know, hangover. Together they form a hilarious duo. Not laughing my saying for a day, not living a day does not apply to me. Every day, there's a moment when I'm laughing out loud at those crazy beasts.
If I've been anywhere else with the dog and we come home, the high-tailed Micky comes down on Snoopy while enjoying loud grey-www and Snoopy snoopy on all sides. If the smell is not on, Snoopy gets a firm head-butt and then walks away with a head raised.
Micky is a real sunworshipper and only comes out when I go out into the garden. Outside the fence, he has never been. Well, once Mr. fell off the fence and then it was a hell of a bleach, so I opened the garden gate and with an emergency corridor Micky flew right into the house. I don't have to venture to close the sliding door when it's outside, because then it's a complete panic. So that's why Micky won't come out in the winter, because of course I don't stoke in front of the birds. In the summer we are often outside and then he is so busy catching all the flies, butterflies and dragonflies and last year I sat relaxed and saw Micky jumping over Snoopy from the corner of my eye, but what did he have in his mouth?
I quickly after it, Snoopy put it on a bark and the cat flew in all directions. He was chasing his prey, a path. YUK, the beast under the closet and me with the feather duster underneath to get that animal out of it. Under musical accompaniment, from both dog and cat, I had finally tiffed that path out again. Yuk, what a dirty beasts that are. By now, there was all drooling out of Micky's mouth and yes then female is good hey. to clean it.
In the nights I have no rest either. Both lie stiff against me. During the day, sir doesn't want to be cuddled, apparently no one should know that or something because in the middle of the night he wakes me up especially for it. Do you know that. a feisty cat's leg that swings over your cheek and emits all kinds of sounds like prrrtt, prrrr, meowow? Then you will wake up by yourself. Well, then sir must be patient, because I have to go to the toilet first. While I sit dare on the pot, gentleman wriggles between my feet. When I lie back, I get a whole cat massage under loud spider. Snoopy turns around with sigh. After the massage I get to sleep again and just as I sleep, Micky starts throwing out the contents of my wardrobe, which is accompanied by a lot of scratches at the door, because it has to open first. Yes, he can open all the cabinets and plates. Unbelievable, sometimes I sit in stupid amazement to see how or he does. The books in my bookcase are not safe either, sir likes to read a bit or something, but yes there are no cat reading glasses so he just throws them on the floor and lies on his back in between.
What I don't get from sir is that if I've changed his litter box, he first kicks out almost half before he starts doing his need.
My cat only has a weird way of life every now and then, especially when he tries his best to go on for dog. When I call Snoopy, Micky gets there.
I get baking full of love from my hilarious duo.
They bring the one into your life, you can't live without:
“Happiness” and “Unconditional Love”
Moral of the story:
Love of a dog and/or cat is worth gold,
some people can learn something from that with all their hatred.
