I should be back home over the weekend, and will recap my vacation and book tour over the next week. In the meantime, here is an excerpt from my humorous memoir, A Dead Tomato Plant and a Paycheck. Enjoy....
This is the beginning of a chapter on family pets:
THE OTHER MEMBERS OF THE FAMILY
No a Crocodile Does Not Make a Good Pet
No a Crocodile Does Not Make a Good Pet
No family would be complete without their pets. We have had a number of them through the years, and they all have a story.
When Anjanette and David were young and Michael was just a baby, we had a cat, Nicky, who wasn’t too crazy about living with little people who pulled her hair and chased her. She had been my cat before I married Carl, and she just barely tolerated him before and after we got married. She would often get on the bed and insinuate herself between us, then push on him with her paws.
"Is she doing that on purpose?” he’d ask.
“Oh, I hardly think so,” I said.
Then a paw would hit a tickle spot and he’d go flying out of the bed. “That cat’s a menace,” he said. “She pushed me out of bed.”
“Honey, listen to yourself. You’re a grown man and she’s just a little cat. Besides, I’m sure she likes you.”
Well maybe,” he conceded, giving her a sideways glance.
“Of course she does. Aren’t you the one who plays with her every day with the crazy ball? She loves that.”
“Well, if you’re sure.”
“I am. Now get back into bed.” I moved the cat and patted the bed.
“Okay.”
The problem was that Nicky was not as reasonable as Carl and this nightly routine repeated itself often.
NOTE: Now we share the bed with two cats and a small dog. No wonder I end up on the couch sometimes.
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