When remembering years gone by, I always think fondly of the many delightful pets we had. I still miss them as each one had their own distinct personality that was so enchanting, entertaining and even sometimes exasperating.
Even today, when elderly, a loving pet is so comforting. Having a pet is quite a responsibility and sometimes can be hard to handle, but it seems always well worth the effort. Many adult homes recognize having a pet as good therapy for their clients. (I’m not yet a client, but I attest to the above.)
Our daughter lives close by and simply dotes on her three well-behaved kitty-cats. The eldest cat’s name is Sebastian but we call him Sabbie for short. He, too, is elderly, so we all get along just fine. Sabbie insists on visiting us each day and goes home at night. He’s company and seems to know when we, humans, too need a little TLC with some comfort.
The many pets, as they came along in time, needed naming. I recall the beautiful orange tiger that we named Pumpkin-puss. He had lovely, deep pumpkin colored tiger stripes so what name was better?
One day, a beautiful, long-haired stray cat appeared, and our children just had to adopt her.
They named her Fluffy for that she was … sweet, petite and very feminine. She was the type of kitty that our girls wanted to dress up in dolls clothes.
Handsome Pumpkin-puss was besotted and before we had the opportunity of a veterinarian visit the inevitable happened. There was only one offspring and the name, “Flumkin” was attached to one outstanding long-haired calico feline.
I fondly remember how that adorable cat protected her territory from any challenger.
She’d fluff herself out with a menacing stance. With hisses and yowls she stood her ground — a fearsome relentless sight for any visiting neighbor dog especially the schnauzer from next door. She simply was a winner.