Cats
Dear Uncle Max,
Today on my morning walk I saw a car speed by with a young boy looking out the window. His hair was blowing back, and he saw me and smiled.
After the walk we were back in the garage and I found a piece of old dried-up cat food. I quickly ate it, and it was divine, just as I remembered. While chomping on it memories came flooding back...
Two cats ruled the house before I arrived... I was finding out that I, unlike everybody else in the house, was supposed to wait to go outside in the cold to do my business. This became nearly a full-time job; out..in...out again... I became a bit confused. Going on long walks turned out to be my other job. My mother thought that leading me up and down the hills, allowing me to migrate, would keep me from being a neurotic dog. But then you, Max, advised her that what I was then, was simply a tired neurotic dog. The usual walk was so long that towards the end I was exhausted and my mother said my front legs looked like I was swimming the breast stroke (all I knew was that I wanted to get home).
Anyway, walking, peeing, pooping, walking again, and just trying to figure out the two cats. Yup, that was my life. Day after day I carefully observed them. They attacked each other in play and I tried to imitate them. It seemed easy; it was always the same, they never deviated from their routine. Even so, it was entertaining (my brain being so much smaller back then). One cat would bite the other on the back of the neck, and then that same cat would roll over on his back. Got me? They would never even look at me, but I tried to do to them what they did to each other. No luck; I eventually expected their rejection. Maybe it's best to first feel rejection in the safety of your own home.
One dark wintry morning I didn't come down for breakfast. My mom came up to find me still in bed under the covers. Oh, how she gushed, thinking I was so adorable. But as soon as she left I headed straight for the litter box..Yup, already-digested cat food still tastes amazing. She caught me with green litter pasted to my mouth and the gig was up. She was aghast and didn't understand what I did. But she went to her computer and then quickly moved the poop tray onto the washing machine.
Much later, the cats were gone. I remember the day... I was still trying to befriend them through the soft mesh of their carriers. They looked right past me.
Oh...Oh, I'm waking from this puppy dream...I have more control now, it's time to go out.
Tobes
Today on my morning walk I saw a car speed by with a young boy looking out the window. His hair was blowing back, and he saw me and smiled.
After the walk we were back in the garage and I found a piece of old dried-up cat food. I quickly ate it, and it was divine, just as I remembered. While chomping on it memories came flooding back...
Two cats ruled the house before I arrived... I was finding out that I, unlike everybody else in the house, was supposed to wait to go outside in the cold to do my business. This became nearly a full-time job; out..in...out again... I became a bit confused. Going on long walks turned out to be my other job. My mother thought that leading me up and down the hills, allowing me to migrate, would keep me from being a neurotic dog. But then you, Max, advised her that what I was then, was simply a tired neurotic dog. The usual walk was so long that towards the end I was exhausted and my mother said my front legs looked like I was swimming the breast stroke (all I knew was that I wanted to get home).
Anyway, walking, peeing, pooping, walking again, and just trying to figure out the two cats. Yup, that was my life. Day after day I carefully observed them. They attacked each other in play and I tried to imitate them. It seemed easy; it was always the same, they never deviated from their routine. Even so, it was entertaining (my brain being so much smaller back then). One cat would bite the other on the back of the neck, and then that same cat would roll over on his back. Got me? They would never even look at me, but I tried to do to them what they did to each other. No luck; I eventually expected their rejection. Maybe it's best to first feel rejection in the safety of your own home.
One dark wintry morning I didn't come down for breakfast. My mom came up to find me still in bed under the covers. Oh, how she gushed, thinking I was so adorable. But as soon as she left I headed straight for the litter box..Yup, already-digested cat food still tastes amazing. She caught me with green litter pasted to my mouth and the gig was up. She was aghast and didn't understand what I did. But she went to her computer and then quickly moved the poop tray onto the washing machine.
Much later, the cats were gone. I remember the day... I was still trying to befriend them through the soft mesh of their carriers. They looked right past me.
Oh...Oh, I'm waking from this puppy dream...I have more control now, it's time to go out.
Tobes
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