Thursday, 13 January 2011
FIRST a disclaimer. I vowed that when I adopted my cats and my dog via the Sarasota Humane Society that I would never refer to myself as their “daddy”. I have broken that vow!
1. jmp speaks: My simple pleasures are:
reading a good book as I sit on the lanai.
taking an afternoon nap as I lay prone on my new “recliner” ( which I bought as a bargain at $60 from a local second-hand store).
snacking on smoked mussels from the Duck Trap Company in Maine.
2. Penne the dog speaks: “When daddy sits down to read a book I know that he in fact is summoning me. So I press my wet nose into his leg, and then turn around so that he will scratch my haunches. I know that he’d rather do this than read".
3.From Ada the senior cat: “Daddy is not trying to nap on his recliner. In truth he wants me to jump up onto his belly so that I can get a good sleep. But first I have to knead away with my front paws, so that I can make a nest on his tummy. I hope that this pleases him“.
4. Junior cat Adelaide has her say: “Mussels are all well and good. But tuna is better. I am so happy that daddy gives me a bit of canned tuna each afternoon, so I choose to ignore that he sneaks my daily medication into this delicious snack.