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revdorothyl ([personal profile] revdorothyl) wrote2014-09-27 09:36 am
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Our New, Funny-Looking Cat Hogs the Bed

My sister is evil.

I know this probably goes without saying, but just in case, let me reinforce this inevitable truth: My sister IS EVIL!

As evidence, let me tell you the sad tale of our new house pet.

Sister convinced me to welcome yet another little furry creature into our house as a short-term foster pet, which is how I became acquainted with Tillie, a possible Cairn Terrier-mix who's not yet three years old but has a cat-like fondness for sleeping in close proximity to her humans about 20 hours a day, with short bouts of incredibly energetic play in between lengthy, lazy naps.

In addition to Tillie's agreeably cat-like habits, I soon discovered that her scruffy hair-like coat doesn't shed as much and doesn't trigger my allergies at all (so far!) . . . which is a good thing, considering that Tillie quickly decided that my little twin bed, with its handy access to a sunny window, is the optimal place to sleep most of the time:


Silly Tilly06a


As of yesterday, I've added my signature to the shared adoption papers to make Tillie (or, as Sister wants to call her, "Queen Mutt-Tilda I") our very own.

So, . . . EVIL, right? :)
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[personal profile] elisi 2014-09-27 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, there was a cute little dog... You didn't stand a chance.

(I watched a bit of Top Gear the other day where Hammond was stopping people in the street, asking them whether they'd rather have [insert gorgeous amazing car] or the adorable puppy he was holding. EVERYONE went for the puppy.

[identity profile] revdorothyl.livejournal.com 2014-09-27 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep! It by-passes the logical functions of the brain and goes straight to the primitive, "Cute furry! I want it! I will love it and pet it and squeeze it, and I will call it 'George'!" portion of the mind.

Even now, looking at your icon, I can't quite make up my mind whether Tenant or the kitten is the more adorable and desirable! That's pathetic! (Obviously, it should be Tenant, right?!)
Edited 2014-09-27 15:41 (UTC)

[identity profile] kitmerlot1213.livejournal.com 2014-09-27 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
What an adorable looking dog and I love how she's adopted you :):)

[identity profile] revdorothyl.livejournal.com 2014-09-28 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
She's insidiously lovable, darn her! :)
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[personal profile] jerusha 2014-09-27 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, evil isn't quite the word I would use... :P

[identity profile] revdorothyl.livejournal.com 2014-09-28 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
'Nefarious', maybe? Or just 'insidious'? :)

[identity profile] apeygirl.livejournal.com 2014-10-01 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
As a fellow allergy sufferer, I understand the trepidation, but isn't it great when you find a pet you can be around? I'm usually stuck with plotting to steal other people's pets, with nothing of my own to cuddle. And I want a puppy so much!

rewarded for not being people

[identity profile] revdorothyl.livejournal.com 2014-10-01 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
I've always been a cat-person, in spite of my allergy issues, though I didn't have any pets at all (other than the pets of friends that I occasionally took care of over holiday breaks, etc.) during my years in Nashville (first, I was living in tiny efficiency apartments as a returning doctoral student and didn't feel it was fair to ask even a cat to share such a small space, with me away at school much of the time, and later my living space was bigger but my hours away from home grew even longer).

I've often enjoyed other people's dogs as a visitor or very short-term pet-sitter, but never, EVER envisioned myself as a willing dog-owner/adopter, since I'm far more comfortable with and fond of cats. But my sister has become a real dog-person over the past 18 years, with her third and much-beloved dog having been killed in traffic just two days before our Mom died this February (her latest dog was barely out of puppy-hood but was a tiny and very high-energy terrier mix who kept finding holes in the fence around Sister's yard, which is what led to her untimely death in the street), and I knew Sis was longing to have a permanent dog in her life again someday.

I was hoping she'd be content with occasional foster-dog situations, with the understanding that cleaning up doggy accidents inside and scooping poops outside was her sole responsibility, and that "This is not your room!" would be my invariable reply to any dog who tried to enter my bedroom (a la the classic "Turner and Hooch")! It even seemed to be working, as Sister found it exhausting enough to deal with some little puppies we fostered in June and a pair of overly rambunctious adult dogs she took care of for vacationing foster families in July. Sister was beginning to make discouraged remarks about perhaps no longer being physically or emotionally resilient enough to deal with a full-time and very demanding new dog.

But then she got the yen to foster again and brought home Tillie, and the little dickens seems like the best possible compromise for a cat-lover with allergies living with a heart-sick dog-lover. So, I've been letting Sis teach me how to bathe Our Dog and other homely tasks that the cats I used to keep in Iowa never required, and it's not so bad! :)

[identity profile] texanfan.livejournal.com 2014-10-01 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Very evil indeed. :) Congratulations.