Cyclothymic Cister

Before the Internet, I used to lie in bed at night composing thoughts as if I were talking to a wise entity. (An actual face never came to mind). I would re-word and re-phrase the thoughts till they were crystal clear. Now I can blog. And hopefully, there are a lot of wise people with real faces out there who might just comment back.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

We Prefer Purrs

Our new dog, Sparkle, had to go back to her original owner. She just never did learn to leave the cats alone. Other than that she was a great dog.

(Before I have people offering me training advise on how to get a dog to stop chasing cats, we tried it all, with the help of experts in dog training. Besides, we didn’t want the dog and the cats to just co-exist—we wanted them together in the house, living in peace).

Cats are our first love. Currently we have five, but have had as many as eight cats at one time. Three of our five felines stay in the house most of the time and sleep in our room at night. Pearl, the oldest female pats me on the face in the morning if I oversleep. That gesture has saved me from being late for work on occasion.

With the dog here the cats rarely came in the house and when they did, they had to hide under the bed. We missed our cats. They missed us. So Sparkle the dog went back. It was the right thing to do.

Immediately the cats came back in. I don’t know how they knew that quickly that the dog was gone, but they took up where they left off—curling up on the couch with us, and sleeping in our room. In fact what happened that first night made giving up the dog worth it all. Here is why:

Pearl hardly has a voice. When she meows it is a tiny squeak. When she purrs, you can barely hear it and can usually only detect a purr by feeling her body vibrate. That first night Pearl came to bed and got as close to me as she could. She started purring. The purr was so loud that we couldn’t believe it was our Pearl. Granted, the sound was more of a gurgle that a traditional purr, but there was no mistaken that she was happy and grateful. She had to put such power behind that purr to make that much sound come out of her near-mute vocal cords that we were very touched. Don’t tell me that cats don’t love their people

Pearls may not Sparkle, but they are precious.

Peaceful, Purring Cats—That’s what we Prefer.


At 8:59 AM, Blogger Chicka said...

Snuggle her extra for me. I miss being able to have fuzzies.


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