16 April 2011
Signs, Clues - There's something new -
A blue mouse with pink ears lying on the front bathroom rug, a clear plastic cup - the kind you get with large bottles of laundry soap - lies in the hallway leading to the back of the house near a ratty rendition of a tiny, cloth raccoon, properly shredded from severe clawing, three more mice - blue, green and orange - scattered in the living room - all sporting pink years: clues, signs, pointing to? A baby? A chupacabra? No. You know what it is already. Anyone who's owned one, anyone who's loved one has recognized what's happened. But of course – there's a young one in house - an adorable little guy; kind of reminds one of a ferret when he runs. He's what's known as a "munchkin" – short front legs, longer back legs, a low-rider if you will. He sports the colors of a chocolate point Siamese - dark brown ears, brown boots on all four legs, blonde everywhere else - answers to the name of Pooter. Well, now he answers to that name. It's been changed several times. He began life as Dozer - after he was with us for a few days we changed it to Stinky, for obvious reasons. But Stinky was too offensive for this adorable feline, so it became Rip or Ripper - again obvious - you've got to know my male mate chose those names. Okay, Pooter or Poots (my nomination) - whichever - can clear a room in 10 seconds. It steals over you like poison gas - colorless, but definitely not odorless - thus, Pooter it is. He's a bit skittish - strangers will cause him to disappear - but we love to show him off so hopefully he'll become used to people coming and going and maybe greet visitors as Bud once did. Our Big Guy, who passed on February 23, 2011, has joined the three others under the pomegranate tree in the back yard where a beautifully carved sandstone marks the spot where he peacefully lies on his soft, faux leopard pillow. The Little Guy has not taken his place - that could never happen. But the Little Guy is making his own way into our hearts; regardless of strewn toys, and washclothes that wind up in other rooms along with watches or whatever else isn't pinned down. In that, he IS really like a ferret - they also like to steal things - along with your heart.