We seem to be a blog where cat lovers abound. A few years ago, Ed and I used to stop by an outdoor produce market – the field behind was planted with their stuff so you could pick things off the vine if you wanted. The market had a 24-hour resident cat. I forget her name. Then came Charlie, the monster hurricane.

Some time later after repairs and whatnot, they reopened but kitty was not there. Where is she, we wanted to know. Ed always looked for her so he could give her an “earie”. They explained that they had taken her home with them to ride out the storm and once they were able to return to business as usual, the cat wouldn’t get into the car. Guess what? Kitty had discovered air-conditioning. That is one smart kitty. So the owners let her become a house cat. Good people.

I love dogs a lot too, of course, but walking them is a problem and Ed is rarely available for this. Not to mention, that Chewy and Max would have a problem. Not Brunswick, who seems to love every other living creature and is eager to make friends. So we don’t have a dog. I make up for it by loving all the dogs on the island. Most of them respond.

However, there are two badly trained small dogs a few doors down, who bark incessantly at everyone and everything. They don’t really look like dogs, more like spiders. I wonder at people who think it is okay to let a dog go untrained. I also find it hard to bond to a spider-looking dog who never stops barking.

xx, Teal