When I tell people that my dog Charlotte has a pet kitty, they look at me with questioning eyes. When I tell them the story of why Charlotte has a pet kitty and how this all came about, they nod their heads as if to say……”what a great story”……and….. “that makes sense.” Actually, it does make sense. It’s probably one of the most sensible things I’ve ever done in my life.
It all started with my dear, sweet Charlotte trying to get my three kitties to play with her. She would dance around in front of them, encouraging them to play chase with her. When that didn’t work, Charlotte would bow and bark in their faces trying to get them to roll around on the floor with her. Again, the only response she got from these crabby kitties was some hissing. The final attempt involved Charlotte swinging her little body entirely around right in front of the cats’ noses……the only responses Charlotte got were some giant hisses and growls as these lazy, uncooperative cats walked away.
The above scenario took place many times. I could tell that after each of the kitty rejections, Charlotte was getting more and more frustrated. One day, it dawned on me what the answer was….I would get Charlotte her very own baby kitty.
So, while visiting my sister in Minnesota in the summer of 2011, I found myself at a pet store where my sister buys her pet food. This store just happened to have some kittens from the local Humane Society on display. Of course we had to go over to the cages and take a look……it just wouldn’t be considerate to ignore the little fuzzy balls.
I’d like to say that Pip called out to me saying “get me out of here!” But, that’s not the way it happened. He did reach up to get our attention when we were all fawning over a black and white kitty in one of the upper cages. When we looked down to see where the little paw that snagged my sister’s sweater was coming from, there was Pip. Of course I asked to hold him…….and once he was out of that cage and in my arms, I knew I had found Charlotte’s kitty.
When I took Pip home and gave him to Charlotte, it was love at first sight for both of them. It was both entertaining and heartwarming to watch them roll around and wrestle one minute then curl up in a ball and give each other a bath the next. They would look for each other throughout the day just to make sure they were both okay. If Pip did something Charlotte didn’t like, Charlotte told him right away by barking or giving him a push….then the incident was over and forgotten. Time to get back to the running around and playing…..everyone should have a best friend like this.
I learned something really important watching my sweet little French Bulldog and this rambunctious baby kitty over the last 16 months……I learned that making new friends is fun. And accepting the differences and getting along with each other despite these differences is not that hard to do…..even if you are from another species.
I think there’s a lesson here….
Blessings to you and your furry friends.