This morning I woke up to the sound of little whimpers. The puppy was ready to start the day. As I go down the stairs, I hear the stirrings of some of the other furry creatures living here. Misty greeted me with a big meow and rubbed against my legs, as I stood near the back door getting Frosty’s harness and leash attached to his wiggly body. By the time I have everything hooked up, Windy is sitting patiently in front of the door, waiting for her chance to escape. She is the only one that wants to go outside and occasionally we’ll put her on a leash and walk her in the backyard. She loves it.
When I get outside I notice that the ground is wet and there is a layer of frost over everything, giving the entire yard a wintry feel. And under Frosty’s paws, he felt a wetness that meant: “I WILL NOT POOP ON THIS!” because apparently pooping on anything that is wet is WRONG WRONG WRONG! He hasn’t told me exactly what makes it so wrong but trust me, I know it must be wrong by the mountains of shit I’ve cleaned up in his crate and on the floor. Once it dries up though, he’ll do his business outside like a champ. We’re waiting…
Since Frosty refused to go, I brought him back in and put him right back into his crate. Now that the dogs have been taken care of, the trio of kitties start to meow. Meow and rub and meow and rub. This morning it was only Misty and Windy. Which I thought was pretty odd, since The Chub (aka Twister) wants food constantly and if I left the food out all day long he would gorge himself. I thought maybe The Chub had a rough night and might still be sleeping (he tends to party hard!). So I start to put up a pot of coffee when I hear this scratching noise. Then Dewey started to freak out at the pantry door. Then I saw a little paw come out from under the door and when I opened it, The Chub squinted his eyes and let out a huge purr-meow (that’s what I call it. I don’t know what it is and my other cats do not do it but he can purr/meow at the same time, making this really strange and almost humming like noise) and then jumped out into the kitchen, where he joined the other two cats for their morning sing-a-long.
Twister getting stuck in the pantry is cute and all but it could have turned out badly. He was laying on a gigantic pile of grocery store plastic bags, that I store on the floor in there. He could have suffocated or he could have gotten into some of the food as well. I’m so thankful that nothing happened. And we will definitely be doing a head count before bed every night from now on.
I’m sitting here now, enjoying my first cup of coffee…Twister is sleeping right under my feet and Dewey is laying to my left nibbling on his stuffed sheep. Frosty has passed out in his crate and Windy is snoozing on the back of the couch, in her regular spot. Of course, Misty is nowhere to be found, though if I had to bet, I’d say she is up in the kitty room hanging out in the cat tower. The Crazy has been replaced by a quiet peacefulness. The house is so still, I’m almost tempted to go back to bed.
