Lucky1 said:
Have you noticed how much joy our helpers have brought to us here???
Having animals or helper, furkids or feather kids…brings so much joy to what can be a sad world to a person.
Makes them such wonderfully loved helpers in my books:D
The Man doesn’t like cats. In fact, when we were in Perth, he tried to talk me out of wanting a cat by getting me two rabbits. I hated those monsters. Then we had a border who came with a cat; a cat that had personality and then some. (Used to fetch balls of paper; in fact scrunching up a piece of paper would bring him running.) Then we had the disaster cats. I wanted one, he got two; it didn’t work.
The Man has maintained all along he doesn’t like cats, but reluctantly agreed with me that the house seemed unusually quiet without one.
Now, who is it that feeds her bits of prawns and fish AT THE TABLE? Who is it that picks her up and has face-to-face, heart-to-hearts? Who was it that first turned a tap on for her, so that now she won’t drink still water? Not me. But he still doesn’t like cats ;-)
I am grateful that Smoosh doesn’t help me sew. She does test the ‘snug-ability’ of quilts once they’re finished; but two cats mentioned used to test the resilience of the wadding. They never twigged that wadding isn’t actually very resilient, and it will generally fall apart very easily when examined with claws and teeth. And Mum hates unpicking her quilting to re-wadd almost finished quilts!
Smoosh does help supervise my gardening from her cage. And she regularly checks whether the herbs are still okay. Think she’s a bit put out that the coriander has decided to fall AWAY from the cage instead towards it. She’s not real good at scaring away the birds though. Earlier in the year we had a flock of maggies (think we counted 14 one day) that used to come for tid-bits. They’re shocking teases; they’d land on top of her cage and she would pelt out of there in a big hurry.