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Warning -- today's ramble isn't necessarily funny, and towards the end gets... well, melancholy, I guess you could say. But I know a lot of you have or have had pets, so maybe you'll enjoy reading the ramble. I'll get back to our irregularly scheduled silly stuff in my next ramble. :)
Butler, one of my kitties, is presently crawling around, on, and behind my computer monitor. This is after he crawled on and around me, my desk, my window, my bed, and everything else in the room.
These are usually Tango the Wonder Kitty's duties, but seeing as how Tango is presently laying under my nightstand taking a break, I guess Butler felt the need to take up the slack. He's so helpful that way.
Of course, I've already made Tango's day by printing something out on my printer. That always makes him happy, and since that is obviously my primary goal in life, I was glad to oblige.
I'm surprised I've managed to even get up out of bed today, since both Tango and Butler have recently taken it upon themselves to wake me up to make sure I still possess that all important petting ability many times throughout my sleeping periods. I'm also a convenient climbing aid when one or both of the cats wants up into the window, which is directly above my bed.
I have two other cats. Two cats who, through some apparent divination of God, don't feel the need to do such things. One of those cats, Pesha, is perfectly happy to lay on top of the guinea pig cage all day and the foot of my mother's bed at night, only occasionally needing attention. Throw a wadded up piece of paper her direction and that's the height of entertainment in her book. The other cat, Murphy, is more interactive during the day -- by golly, he loves to drink water from the kitchen faucet -- but at night, he curls up in a pillow bed rest thing and he actually sleeps.
Not Butler, and certainly not Tango. They're different. Okay, I firmly believe they're insane. But you know what? That's okay. I wouldn't change any of 'em for anything.
Even when Tango shreds the toilet paper in the bathroom. Or when Butler knocks over my drink cup. Or when Murphy drinks out of my cup by dipping his paw in it and licking his paw dry.
They're part of my family. And I love my family.
Speaking of my animal family -- the four-legged ones, not the two-legged ones -- we had to put down our 14-year-old doberman, Coco, last month. That was heartbreaking. One of my other dogs, Tai, still looks down the hallway expecting Coco to come out of my mother's bedroom, which was her favorite sleeping spot. Tai adored Coco, and is obviously going through a mourning period, just like humans do. Coco was an exceptional dog, who was more human than a lot of people I've known. She took care of the other dogs, and now, without her, they're kind of lost.
But they'll be okay. That's what family is for.
On that note, I want to wish everyone who celebrates it a Happy Thanksgiving, and to those who don't, I wish you a happy day as well. Please try to remember all the things you can be thankful for. Life is precious, and you never know when our time will be up. Live it well.