Nov 13 2008
The dogs are out numbered!
A small grey furball captured the wifes heart today, her pitiful mews caused a search while walking. She was hungry and tiny, barely weened. She makes four.
We only have one cat on purpose, the rest adopted us. You can’t hide from a cat.
The dogs seem alright with it, do they have a choice?
 Fred and Leo our outdoor adoptees love Char, one hundred pounds of sheer eating machine. Nothing stands between her and a food bowl, not even a cat.
Once free from that self induced psyhcoses, Char actually seems to enjoy the company. At least till they get too playful, rub too much or request the mandatory butt sniff. That will cause her to move. I would too.
Bear, Char’s sister, puts up with it more than she really likes the attention. She will run them off when the need fills her.
Fred thinks Char is his and his alone, if we sit outside, he has to come and tell her hi. Not us mind you, the dog. Once he is truly sure he has lavished enough attention on her, he may or may not decide to allow us a moment or two if it pleases him.
Tiger our original pain in the furniture, is an indoor bi… err cat. She hates the dogs and likes nothing better than to let everyone know it displeases her greatly to share the house with them, or us.
I can hardly wait to unleash the kitten on her highness, paybacks are a bi… err pain.
Thomas H. Forthe
