Today’s theme is “Pets.” Do you have a pet? One or more? What kind of pet(s)? Does having a pet(s) comfort you? If so, in what way? If you don’t have a pet, why not? If you could have any pet you would want, what would you choose? Maybe you have a pet peeve. Or you were/are a teacher’s pet. Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to about pets.
I’m blessed with two cats who acquired their names because of my love for poetry. W.B. Yeats, is on the lower left with the white markings, he’s what is called a blue tabby and he has beautiful green eyes.. Macavity, the cat in T.S.Eliot’s poem Cats is the yellow tabbly with the yellow eyes. The one in the upper left is our Purryl Bailey, she unfortunately passed a year ago, she was 20. The vet said she was a gray tabby. According to wiki, “The English term tabby originates from the translation of the French phrase “striped silk taffeta,” the root of which is tabis, meaning “a rich watered silk.” This can be further traced to the Middle French atabis (14th century), which stemmed from the Arabic term attabiya.”
I’ve always had cats in my life. I find them to be great companions. If I could have any pet I want, I would still choose a cat.
My pet peeve is people take on pets later in life without thinking about the pet once they pass on. It’s not easy for a cat to be shuffled to a different home. They react similar to dogs with the grieving and insecurity after their owner passes.
Like for instance average life expectancy for me barring this dang cancer annoyance is 89. How do I get that, its what my parents and grandparents lived to. I’m 64 both of my cats will have passed before me if all goes well. If it doesn’t they’ll be with Vic so there will be no disruption in their lives as it should be.
feel so good.
I smile and laugh,
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