Cats And Dogs: Doggie and The Klutz

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Yesterday, I put up a tribute to our two pets who have gone. They were such good friends and family members. Some people think we’re nuts to call them family but they were. They were with us in times that required comfort. I firmly believe that God puts pets into our lives to add fun, comfort and love. Can you tell me that a dog is not your companion? Most of them are, at least. Our Jazmine was all I could want for a four footed friend. She practically knew what we were thinking. She never knew another family in her life. I got her when she was five weeks old from a litter. One time, for two weeks, she stayed with my sis and bro in Texas. Beyond that, she was never away from home more than a day or two when she had medical problems.

Kitty was the blessing that God intended when my husband had a horrifying car accident in May of 1998. One month after that, we found Kitty in a grooming place. They were holding her since the area did not have a humane society and no dog pound. She was about three months old at the time and was a stray. We agreed to spaying her and took her home. She was the joy of our lives and a joy for Jaz who had no one but us to play with. I have to tell this story. First, know that she was not harmed. Second, this is one of those “you had to be there” things but it is so funny that we cannot get out of telling it. In fact, we probably have more Kitty stories than Jaz stories. Jaz was a good doggie and loved this cat but Kitty was the klutz.

Where we lived, we had a really good fireplace that put out an enormous amount of heat so we used it abundantly in the winter. One winter, we simply had no money left to put into home heating so the propane tank went dry right in the middle of the coldest time of the year and when the prices for propane were at their highest at the time. So, to compensate for that, we had wood brought in for the fireplace. All well and good but you must have kindling and something to start the fire. We gathered leaves which were abundant in our yard. Worked perfectly for starting fires as long as they were dry. Oh they were dry and crackly.

Dry and crackly, which brings me to the reason for telling this. Since Kitty was a cat, as in “curiosity killed the”, she was always wanting to know what was causing the noise, what was in the bags. We had plastic bags, the kind you get at all the grocery stores and discount stores, full of leaves…dry, crackly leaves. She loved to paw them to get the noise. Worked great…until. One day, she just got so curious that she put her head into one of the bags. Unfortunately for her, she also put it into the handle of the bag. When she raised her head, the bag..crackling and all, came with her. SCARED!!! She ran around our house so fast we could not catch her. Now, we had one of those houses with a complete circle that you could go so she did, round and round and round, scattering leaves as she went. When it was all over, we found her in the bedroom under the bed staring daggers at the bag that was next to her. I don’t think we stopped laughing for an hour. After that, every time a plastic bag crackled, she bolted out of the room. It took her years to get over that.

The exterminator had come a few days before this time and put down some traps for the roaches. We actually didn’t have any but that was standard procedure along with the spraying. Normally, Kitty would not bother these things. She could care less. However, one day, she decided to explore we think. We were talking in the livingroom when we heard a hiss, shuffle, hiss. Around the corner came Kitty scooting her front feet that were stuck together on a roach trap with the sticky stuff on it. I really think that she learned to live with our laughter when she pulled some of these things and came back for more.

We miss you both so much.

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