One of the loveliest bits about being fifty five is the ability to thumb one's nose at fashion. Its hard for me to imagine that there was a time when I was quite comfortable wearing four inch heels ... these days I'd be in traction if I tried that.
Its getting cooler now ... so my winter rubber boots have replaced my Wellies at the front of the hall closet. What they lack in "fashionomics" is more than made up for in comfort. Honestly, they are getting past their best day and are no longer the kind of thing to wear down to the village, or even out on the road walking the dogs.
But they are as comfy as a pair of old slippers .... so I will probably mend the little tear on one, and put a little patch on the other and keep right on wearing them in the yard and the workshop. A new pair would likely take all of the winter to be half as comfortable and could even take years to be properly broken in.
Andy hasn't been here all that long, yet he is already as comfortable with us and our routine as we all are with him. He is as glad as any of the others to greet me whenever I come in the door and already has his favourite spots in each room. He was quick to decipher the visual clues that would help him master our routine ... such as which jacket meant hikes and which meant that I'd be off shopping.
Now don't get me wrong ... because I dearly love Miss Ruby and Henry. They are sweet and loving and generally well behaved ... but they didn't come in the door that way. Miss Ruby had to learn that the cats were not here for her personal amusement. Henry was so unfamiliar with domestic bliss that we had to start from scratch with housetraining and home rules.
Andy came here already housetrained. To date, he has never woken me up galloping down the hall with the cats in full flight. Nor has he thought we should go out at two in the morning to investigate every interesting noise. He hasn't horrified the cats by watering their litter box while I was out shopping. Nor has he chewed a couch cushion corner or sang in the car the 2km we travel every morning to go to the woods.
Nope ...Andy has fit in so easily and comfortably that a newcomer to my kitchen would have no idea he hasn't been here for his entire life.
We are in the middle of Adopt a Senior Pet month, and Andy has EVEN more new friends !!! Happily quite a few of the first pals have already been adopted, but as always, there are more waiting in the wings. I've left the adopted ones in ... just so that AC and rescue folks can see how very many senior pets do get adopted... especially if they are properly promoted.
Just think .. anyone who adopts one of the lovely senior kittizens ... like Clank or Casper or Penney. or NuNu or Josephina will very likely be able to put up their tree for the holidays without any misadventures. Even better, senior kitties are ever so much better with their claws around children than the juveniles are. Best of all, senior kitties are so happy for a second chance that they are not going to treat your house like one big giant cat toy when you have to go out.
Its Adopt a Senior Pet Month .... Embrace the love without the sleepless nights!
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