The shittiest pun ever, I know, but the best title I could come up with, after around 2mins of silence and an empty box. Still, it works for me, and it will work for now – that’s enough for me.
Storytime with L – WHAT A TREAT!!!
There is a family friend of ours, who lives not too far away from my house, although far enough that a car or some form of public transport is needed when going to visit. For the sake of anonymity, let’s call her Stone.
Stone is a retired pensioner, which should give you an idea of her age. Sadly, her sister recently died after being ill for several months. Although I never met her, I obviously feel sympathetic towards Stone: it is never easy losing a family member, regardlress of how long you have to come to terms with the definite outcome. On Friday, upon invitation, I went to visit Stone and stayed the night, returning Saturday evening. Friday afternoon, however, was not just any normal Friday afternoon – L [who is now talking about himself in the third person] doesn’t do ‘normal’.
On Friday afternoon, stone and I went to stone’s sister’s old house, to visit the only other resident there – the dog. He’s eleven, healthy and EXTREMELY cute; I just wanted to wrap him up and give him a huge hug because he was just too sweet ohmygod.
Anyway, I’ve deliberately missed out a huge part of this story [see, I should be a drama script writer]. Our family [i.e my mum] has of late become interested in getting a dog, to live alongside our three ‘cats’, a term I use loosely. Of course, when stone mentioned the now ownerless, and essentially homeless dog, Mum couldn’t outright refuse.
And so back to Friday afternoon, during which I went to visit the dog, to see if I ‘liked’ him. C’mon – he’s freaking adorable!!!
The eventual outcome of this was that, this coming Tuesday, he’s coming to our house for a three day ‘trial run’; we need to evaluate if he’ll get on with our three cats, or rather if they’ll get on with him.
And if it works? Well, it’ll be time to welcome in a new bed to our family home!
We. Might. Be. Getting. A. Dog.
Sure, he is eleven, which isn’t young by any stretch of the imagination. However, I’m have a strong belief that every pet, no matter how old, deserves a home and a loving owner to live with, and persuading my parents didn’t take much: they’re suckers for sob-stories. I mean, two out of three of our cats are rescue animals; that alone should paint a fairly clear picture.
Quite sensibly, I sat down with our eldest cat to have a chat about this ‘trial run’, and the potential prospect of a permanent doggy resident.
L: “Look, I need to talk to you.”
L: “Wake the fuck up!”
Cat: purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
L: (could’ve started worse) “You know your patch of land outside?”
Cat: purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (extra happy)
L: “Well, you might have to, uh, share it with another animal… Yeah, as well as those other two peasant cats.”
Cat: purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… (words sink in, shock)
L: “Yes, yes I know it’s YOUR garden, but consider it like a new animal in your command.”
Cat: purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… (happiness returns)
L: (let’s not tell her it’s a dog just yet; she might have a heart attack) “Good. Thanks for your time.”
I think we dealt with that VERY well indeed, don’t you think? I belive that all parties have been informed of the news, admittedly on a very selective need-to-know basis, but they have been informed all the same.
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