Here’s Tugger, peering through the veil over this day. What does he see? What strange world lies ahead of us?
tag archive: pets
I wanted to name the cat Stinky Pete. Tugger isn’t a bad name, but Stinky Pete would have been perfect. Not that he farts much, that I’m aware of. It’s just that he’s totally a Stinky Pete.
Whenever we brought a new pet into the house, Morgan would welcome and love the new family member intensely. Her joy at a new playmate was… very joyful.
With 36 days, December is so long. Especially when you’ve said you want to post every day. And, when you’re not a Christmas shopper. There isn’t the threat of that deadline. The constant reminder of a dwindling number of “shopping days” doesn’t feel so much like the days of your life running out. That’s not totally true. My mom refuses to give up Christmas gift exchanges, and there are a few kids in the family to shop for. With just those few people, it’s worrisome enough.
I wanted to title this post, “Look! Puppies!,” but as I looked for a photo to go with it, I ran across this one from 1999. This is Morgan the Boxer and Sprite the Tabby.
We “lost” Morgan in 2006 to cancer, suddenly and so, so heartbreakingly. We loved that dog so much. And… hey! That brings me to the book I’m reading: The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein.
She has the usual cat power of being able to subdue a person by sitting on their stomach, preventing any chance of rising from the couch. Sometimes she sits on the back of the couch and washes my hair. She likes to eat grasshoppers. She tried to die about a year and a half ago but is doing okay now. She doesn’t bite. (Unlike the other one.)
I conjugated our cat, Tugger: