She's doing her darndest to be the best Golden Retriever ever.
But she's being taken down by a 10 pound cat.
It all started on Mother's Day when I got the gift of my not-so-distant-past dreams, a homeless cat from the SPCA that I had seen the week before. As our family took turns renaming the kitty to make her our very own (they all thought "Lady" was a dumb name), I gazed at her black and white fur and said, "Moo. She looks like a cow and we'll call her Moo."
My kids were glad it was time for dessert so that they could have a reason to leave the room.
My cat/my name, I told them. And Moo it is.
Lucy had been top dog here, literally, in the pet department. Ever since Tiger died last August (another creatively named feline as you can tell), she'd been the only animal attraction on the property. She got all the love, the hugs, the kisses, the bones and most of the water.
Until Moo moved in.

Lucy means no harm. And Moo means no kindness.
Maybe one day, they'll be friends.
You just never know.
That is awesome... love the dog for sure and cats well... they always have an attitude and I have had at least 5 in my 38 years of marriage to prove they rule the roost.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Thoughts! Glad you stopped by. Someday we'll know why God created cats... ;)
ReplyDeleteHe created them to be entertaining and to rule, dogs :o) My calico slaps my queensland heeler who is way bigger than her, it is just a nature of the beast, to be superior I guess. Sharon O
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