Let us ride together, Blowing mane and hair, Careless of the weather, Miles ahead of care, Ring of hoof and snaffle, Swing of waist and hip, Trotting down the twisted road With the world let slip. Anonymous riding song.
Along for the ride:
Monday, October 25, 2010
Meet "The Step-Cats". Domino and Slinky were raised in North Carolina. Slinky, the more delicate-natured and fearful of the two, flew to California in a carry case held on Lovely Daughter's lap. Domino, the insensitive Thug-Cat, traveled in the cab of a U-Haul truck on a non-stop three day coast to coast odyssey. The driving was shared by Son-in-law and his Dad with only bathroom breaks and stops for fast food drive throughs. Son-in-law was still wearing his uniform and boots that he had on when his muster-out papers came through earlier that week. Everyone was more than ready to get home.
The "Kids" and their cats stayed with us for a few months until work and living situations got sorted out. They all moved into a nice apartment nearby, where they have been for a while now.
Domino was not amused by the transition to indoor living. The carpet by the front door was under perpetual claw-attack; she made a thundering dive for freedom any chance she got and had begun taking her frustrations out on poor Slinky. She was also eating herself into an early grave, expanding in every direction. Every time we saw her there was more of her to love. The final deciding factor was Son-in law's increased allergic reactions whenever he came home.
The writing has been on the wall for all to see. My house was animal-free for a very short time. Domino and Slinky moved in with us a week ago.
Domino remembers how to use the dog door and is out as much as she is in. Slinky is getting more confident and spent some time outside on Saturday, with me for company and the sliding glass doors wide open so she felt that she could make a hasty retreat, should the need arise.
They are growing on me, as fur-children do. Hubby is pleased as punch. He especially likes Bad-Domino, (who has dropped a couple of pounds already and has a much sunnier disposition).
"The Kids" came over to visit on Sunday to see how things were going. I think we all passed the test.
If I were a tree, I would be a London Plane. I am gregarious but enjoy solitude. I am English in my heart and soul, but still have room for other nations. I have lived in six countries and picked up a French husband along the way. We have a wonderful, kind, strong-minded daughter who has become a "Human of whom to be proud". I am a magnet for the lost. I foster collies (and collie cousins and the occasional, accidental, cat or crow). Those I have saved have saved me in return. I notice the world around me and often talk to strangers. Traveling alone is interesting, liberating and fulfilling. I am good at most things that I undertake but have few formal qualifications. I am able to have and treasure friends with whom I disagree about almost everything. My life is not over. Who knows where I am headed?
A ponyism is one of Life's Truths perceived from the perspective of an Effing Pony: - Life's a Bluff! - Those who aspire to make their mark on this world must expect to scrape some skin on the walls of experience. - The greatest value of money is as the currency of Hope.
- To be an Ass or an Asset, that is the question?
-Selective memory is but the first step on the path to magical thinking.
-Not all Baggage comes with wheels. -When your hero is a horse you are less likely to be disappointed than were he a human.
-Unfortunately, great wealth does not always equate with class.
-A dick, surrounded by puppies, remains a dick. -What better antidote to evil than kittens? -Any time you have something heavy, ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you.