Alzheimer’s
January 23rd 2011 21:00
Brett is still searching for that perfect two bedroom house with a backyard and an owner who will allow him to keep cats on the property.
In the meantime, Butterscotch and Gingersnap are still at the local cattery, which turns out to be not a cattery after all but an animal boarding house.
“My nephew and I went out to see them today,” said an excited Brett. “They didn’t seem to recognise me at first and when they did they ran up to me and did this.” Brett then moved towards me with his head bent down and head butted me. “I’m not sure what it means.”
“It’s felinese for ‘I love you’,” I said, drawing from my knowledge gained from reading dozens of cat books.
“After that, they started nipping my arm. The staff there take the cats out into a room to play and e could stay with them for as long as we wanted to. When I first took them there the owner asked if they liked dogs and I said no but they don’t seem to be bothered by them here. Maybe they are slowly adjusting. Of course, back home, Butterscotch and Gingersnap liked to make it known it was their territory.”
Curious, I asked, “Does that mean they fight with dogs?” I thought of Pepe, one of my feline friends, who was known around the neighbourhood for being able to hold her own against any dog. Most of the local dogs were terrified of her.
“I’m not sure but they do make it known that this is their territory.”
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