RE: Informal poll: Roadfooders and their pets
We are fully cat-owned. Used to have a dog, but he got snappy with our boy Ian when he was a baby, so we had to stop being dog people. We've had as many as 9 cats at one time (every time we failed to have a child we'd get another cat....or two....). The current stable is at five. Last year, we lost three to extreme old age bang-bang-bang by mid May, and became a less-than-five pet household for the first time since 1987. The roster:
Basil: Dark-grey tigerstripe, not notable for grace or poise or brains, but for mercurial mood changes, hence the title "Evil Zen Master Basil." Tastes run to amphibians.
Floyd: A paler grey stripe, formerly a stray at our old house who adopted us...or rather, our son, Ian, who was 3 at the time. Sweet, a little skittish, and fully Ian's cat. Likes catfood, cream cheese, and beef. And a peculiar attachment to carrots; when cooking, I dare not leave them on the island in the kitchen, or he'll be on them in a second.
Hillary: Calico. Fat. Just Fat. A lover of fine catfoods and dirty underwear, shoes, and socks.
Puck: Another stray (this tends to happen to us) found on a busy street near our house during rush hour by our neighbor but somehow we ended up with him even though we had six at the time and they had two... Perhaps the prettiest orange cat I've ever seen. Our prime mouser/moler, taught by Mistress of the Hunt, Crumpet, before she died last year. His signature "kill": a rodent head on the back patio, nose pointing toward the door, mouth pointing up. (Insert sound of Zorro's sword making a Z on the wall.)
Bess: A gray and white control freak, full name Bessie Mae Mucho. My birthday present last year to brings us back up to five after our losses. Not a cuddler. Not a charmer. A sourpuss. She entered the house, sensed a leadership void, and became Alpha Cat. None of the others dare cross her. None of the others dare approach the sofa upon which she sits. Her favorite foods: What are YOU having?
None are much for travel. Our first cat together, Casey, was a GREAT traveller; she and my wife, Vickie, were closer than any animal and person duo I've ever known. Casey loved to go to Kentucky for the weekend and have leftovers from carryout or whatever my Uncle Dale had finished up.