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Pets In The Night

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It was a long winter night and the cold had settled in over the oldest district of a small Southern California town established in the heyday of citrus farming.  We tucked ourselves in under blankets and quilts with just our noses peaking out for the occasional breath of fresh frigid air. The chill clung to the old lathe and plaster walls and permeated to the core of the old structures.  Sporadically, throughout the night, gas furnaces would kick on and blast heated air throughout the rooms. The heat would rise and dissipate crushed by the long hours of darkness and chilliness. 

As usual, I was up after just a few hours of sleep.  Noises would wake me. Stirrings of a kitten and a dog. As I made my way down the hallway, I saw the kitten sitting in the hall in the dark. Alert, poised in the doorway looking out into the dark dining room. Seeing feline visions of an Egyptian netherworld or whatever it was that kittens saw that we could not see. A landscape of furnishings for running, jumping and hiding under, a parkour for cats. 

The kitten and dog loved to play night games. I heard them almost everynight running through the house. Joyfully chasing one another from room to room.  The dogs heavy paws thudding across the old fir floors.  Sound effects that made patterns that indicated jumps and gallops.  Circling through the two largest rooms in the tiny old house, brushing through a beaded curtain creating a woody clicking similar to chats being counted.  

The dog is always happy.  Pleased by almost everything. Gentle, a big soft ball of  brown furry velveteen. Each day and through the dark night, she remains gentle and sweet.  Only on guard when she hears something foreign or unknown. If a stranger comes near the door.  I lay back and let those thoughts wash over me.  Thinking of the sweet dog is relaxing and my nerves let go of any constriction and I’m submerged in memories of hugs, warmth, loving people and pets.  Simple things that happen everyday that make me happy and I find myself smiling in the dark.  

I think of getting a puppy.  Bringing even more Love into our home.  I imagine how the three of them; an old sweet dog, a teenage cat and baby dog would play and take care of each other.  

I felt the kitten jump onto my bed and drop something lightly onto my chest. It was too dark to see, so I reach down and felt a small soft ball of felt that we use to play catch during daylight hours.  I didn’t want to wake up and start playing catch, because then I would be really awake and miss out on long hours of luxurious nothing that awaited me for the rest of the night.  

It goes on like this, night after night. Sometimes I have to shut the door, so I don’t hear them and they can’t come in, or I would never get even a few hours of sleep.  Let them play in the night. With the dreams and the spirits that drift through the old house. 

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Cat Fights and Work

I heard snarling and ghastly howl come through my window on one beautiful sunny day in the middle of my work week, sheltering in place and working from home. The type of day where just walking outside and standing in the sun under  blue skies blanketing the earth, created a sense of peace and well-being.  Who could be screaming and howling? Creating drama like this in the middle of such a beautiful day?  The street was sleepy and quiet, there was no wind and even the palms were  stilled from their usual swishing and swaying in the gentle afternoon breeze.

I rushed to the window and peeked through the blinds. Three cats were positioned in a circle in my front yard. Their  backs arched and their hair standing on end creating spiky war Mohawks.  There was an old, tough looking orange tabby. His fur was smeared with dark grease and dust from the alleys and back yards.  There was a huge plush Norwegian Forest Cat with green eyes and then a short haired gray and white tuxedo cat. They hunched down, tense, cowering letting out a sporadic moan, or howl.  They cringed and slowly slunk away from each over the course of several minutes.  Eventually, they backed down and slunked away, giving up the fight. Dispelling all their plans to engage in open, violent warfare with one another.  

Our kitten watched from the window. Did he remember his last fight? When he was only 3 months old,  a random alleycat had delivered deep scratches and bites. His recovery consisted of  three visits to the vet, pain meds, antibiotics and wearing a cone for six weeks. He healed well and seemed ready and wanting to jump into the fray again. They kept coming around even jumping on to the outside ledges of the house to look in at him through the windows.   I bent to look out the window and a tabby glared in at me and howled. I was somewhat offended.  What gaul, to hiss at me while I was in my house!  I stepped away and went back to work.  The mornings carried on like this. Cats venturing into our yard, random howls and screeching, heralding spring and the time for cats to emerge and stake out their summertime turf.  Territories the would be filled with adventure, mating  and languishing in the hot days to come.