Day 42
Poochie,
Beardsley and Peabody
These
three joined our new family in our first residence on Park Street.
“Poochie”
was a beagle dog I bought for rabbit hunting; she refused to hunt, anything,
save a free meal. Luck of the draw! I reckon; but, in fairness, she sure was a
fine pet and good friend.
“Beardsley”
and “Peabody” were our first cat-friend pets; typical “alley-cats”, but,
lovable.
Our
little 1 ½ story house had a back porch
and next to it, a stoop for access to the basement.
The
cat-critters quickly figured out that the human inhabitants lived on the second
floor, at night. Bright and early each morning, the felines would hop from the
rear porch railing onto the stoop roof and on up to the porch roof which
adjoined the rear window of the house giving a view into Beth’s bedroom. They
would wake her and she would wake us to feed the cats.
My
dad called them “Roof cats”; he often found “humor” where none existed; of
course, the critters were not waking him at sunrise after a night of
“alley-catting”. Guess they were hungry!
Over
the years we had myriad pets; fond memories; animals are better than some humans.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet Memories!
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