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Tuesday, May 8, 2018

How, then, am I mad? Hearken!

I have been house- and pet-sitting for a friend on and off these past few months. There is a Springer Spaniel, an eternally hungry Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and a sometimes-angelic but a many-more-times-imperious tabby, who (obviously) rules the house.

They are very sweet and lovable, you know what it is liked to be watched continuously? To have your every move scrutinized? To be followed everywhere? To not even be able to un-cross and re-cross your legs without... WHAT? Are you moving? You are moving! You picked up a pencil! Does that mean we can PLAY? It means we can PLAY! OH YES, LET'S PLAY! OH PLAY PLAY PLAY! Or eat. Yes! Let's EAT! Can we EAT EAT EAT? Pant pant pant...

So we go outside, and, thinking they want to play catch, I throw the ball. But.... No, we don't want to play, silly! We want you to watch us run run RUN! You can't catch us! Watch us run run RUN! Yes, yes, YES! Wait, what! You're going inside? NOOO! We will stop running and sit at the window, staring at you for HOURS until you come out out OUT! 

[Meanwhile, the cat is glaring the most withering of all glares from high up on his perch.]

But now it's getting late and dark out and they need to be inside and I need to work and I've fed them already but they're pacing and panting and I can't concentrate because now they're both sitting behind me watching and waiting and panting still. It's just all of these short stories I've been reading lately, they're all swirling around in my head, and the panting -- hark! louder! louder! louder! louder


I promise I am not going to tell-tail-heart these dogs, but they definitely can drive a cat person mad, that's for sure ;)

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