The foster pup is here mixing well with my three stooges. All three have a different way of “welcoming” him into the home. Several times I’ve rescued Max from Captain who has him in the corner humping him so he knows he’s alpha of the animal pack. Bella hisses at him to let him know he’s under her and Grace, well her only protest is that he sometimes messes her fur.
Stooge #1- Captain and the pup are great to watch. They tumble around, roll and chase one another. It’s great to see UNTIL its time to eat then Cap makes sure the puppy knows whose bowl is whose. They’re both his! So when Cap finishes his bowl he’ll run to Max’s bowl and try to finish his. Thank goodness that boy stops on command or Max would starve.
Stooge #2- Gracie likes him too. When she strikes at him she does clown/cartoon movements towards the nose. Multiple soft strikes like she’s boxing at his nose. It’s too funny. They chase each other and play well together. When Grace doesn’t want to play she gives off a soft heartbreaking meow. I think the meow sometimes translates to: “Please don’t lick me. I’ve worked so hard on my fur, so please, don’t mess it.” The other day Max had Gracie pinned to the floor with the upper part of her body sticking out. She had a wide eyed look of, “Somebody help me, please! There’s a puppy on me.” She turned around and swatted him one and he let her up. They are too funny. “Watch the fur. Watch the fur.” I’ve figured out that’s also what Gracie says when she doesn’t want to play.
Stooge#3- Bella is too funny with the puppy. She knows she likes him but she has to prove her point about how it’s “her house” and he’s on “her turf” so she walks in the room while he’s doing nothing at all and starts hissing from across the room. She’ll walk up to him and hiss (no hair standing or anything just a huge show) then walk over and start playing with Gracie. If Bella didn’t like the puppy the pup would be dead, seriously he would. She strikes at him from time to time but “misses”. Bella doesn’t miss when she strikes something. This is the cat that can pull a fly out of the air at first strike so if she wanted to hit the boy she would. He gets right up to her, nose to nose and she strikes “at him.” Blossom freaks out like, “Oh my gosh, the puppy will be hurt.” No, if Bella wanted to hurt that puppy the puppy would be in surgery right now or buried. The girl is a huntress through and through. The fact that he is still alive means Bella likes him. She’s making sure he knows he’s at the bottom of the pack and UNDER HER. Bella is so dramatic.
Alpha-Stooge- That would be yours truly-
It seems that when a baby or a puppy is in the house I come alive. I get all domestic when new life is in the house. My mood is different when new life is in the house. I don’t want a baby or a puppy but I did enjoy caring for kids back when I did foster care. Now I’d lose my frikin mind. I don’t have the energy for it nor the patients. Heck with a puppy I can usher him outside and not be charged with neglect. In this way puppies are better than kids, you can make them sleep outside with no real emotional damage done.
If you say to a kid, “You’re getting on my nerve. Get out. You’re sleeping outside tonight,” then you can expect some emotional trauma to occur. I don’t know why but sometimes kids like to sleep in the house with a warm blanket and what not. They also expect stability. I don’t have that to offer. So, it is best that I just stick with fostering puppies who won’t be damaged by occasionally being shown the door. It’s best I stick to fostering puppies who take it well when being humped, popped in the nose by a well groomed cat or shown attitude by a cat that’s so happy she’s no longer at the bottom of the pole. No longer last. No longer last. Thank God Almighty I’m no longer last.
J of A
Three Stooges Plus One
Wednesday, June 27, 2007-12:44PM EST
I still have my moments where I come alive too. I had to have my old cat put to sleep. He had kidney failure. He used to weigh 25 pounds. When I took him in the final time he weighed 7 pounds. I was lying on the couch feeling sad. The little calico cat came up and rubbed her head against my hand and was purring loudly. She stayed with me a long time. She usually buzzes by, gets petted and runs off. She came to me because her owners dumped her. I don’t know how long she’d been on her own. She shows behaviors of both a cat that has been around people and one that has been feral.