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By: Paul S Cilwa |
Posted: 6/4/2010 |
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| In which we let sleeping dogs (and cats) lie. |
| Estimated reading time: 2 minute(s) (358 words) |
Milton is an outdoor cat. He first joined us some time after
Cassie after his mother was killed by a passing car. Orphaned, he
seemed remarkably unaffected by the early tragedy in his life and is
still absolutely fearless. He played with Amber, our part-Pit Bull,
as if he'd never heard how treacherous that breed is supposed to be.
(Fortunately, neither has Amber.) He tried to play with Cirrus, the
old man (or dog) of the group; but Cirrus is far too weary for such
shenanigans. Unimpressed, he still likes to cuddle up with Cirrus
for the night and that, at least, Cirrus tolerates.
The pets aren't allowed to sleep in our rooms, so they usually curl
up next to the door of one or the other. In the above photo, Milton
and Cirrus are sleeping just outside the door to Michael's and my
room.
Amber, on the other hand, doesn't care where we are. She
has her own favorite place to sleep. I mentioned she is part Pit
Pull. The other part is Disney Princess. She sleeps on our
old love seat, which we've kept just for her.
If Amber seems a little bloated, it's no surprise. The night before
this picture was taken (this morning) Amber managed to pull a pizza
box off the kitchen counter and ate a whole pizza.
Fortunately, she doesn't eat cat.
Cassie, as I said, is rather shy. When I ran after her to take
her picture, she ran just about as fast to escape. As far as I
know, she has never been tortured with a camera. But who knows. But
I did catch this when she least expected it.