Then one day, after he had lured us all into obeying his every whim, running when he called, even cleaning his litter box three times a day so he wouldn't give me that stare - you know that stare don't you - he took off down the street in our lawn tractor. Word has it he's working bar now at a cowboy saloon in Palmetto, but I digress...
God I miss my cat!!! Aren't they the greatest things?? For every man who says he doesn't like cats there is a woman who will defend them, insist they are more affectionate, smarter and cleaner than any dog (and, actually they are). I mean, I adore dogs; but, I have had dogs that are dumber than blocks of wood. Great companions, but not good with conversation. Now with a cat you can discuss, with a dog you must instruct. We'll just have to get another cat.
We had our cat Poncho for about sixteen years and when he became ill last year we began the endless vet visits but it wasn't until a few weeks ago that they found the tumors. He had wasted away to almost nothing by that time and I still feel guilty that he suffered for so long. I miss him so much right now.
Our new dog Darcy has helped, for sure, and I think we may have found Fitzwilliam. We took Darcy to the vets the other day and a woman was there with a tiny puppy that was sick. She was a doggie foster family and the puppy's mother had been a dog for which they were caring. When the pups were born they found homes for them but her neightbor moved without telling her and gave the pup to someone else, someone who changed his/her mind and threw the pup out. Rat Bastard. So now the puppy is sick with fever and scared. I took the woman's card and said when we return from Chicago at the end of September, if the pup is not adopted, we'll take him.
And we will definitely get another cat.