Fuzz, our mutt, has this habit of taking care of anyone who is sick. If someone is sick in our house she thinks it is her duty to watch over them. She will follow them wherever they go and will patiently lie by the sick one's side with the resigned air of a martyr going to the stake. Her presence at some one's side has become the litmus test of whether that person is really sick or not and a measure of how sick that person is. If you only have a cold or a headache you aren't sick enough to need her care. You must be
really sick.
Her generosity in caring for the sick is wasted on my husband though. He was very sick a few weeks ago and Fuzz was really trying to be of use, but dh kept pushing her away. Poor dog. :P
We also have cats. I never really understood the phrase "the cat and mouse game", until we had Lynx (now gone and missed very much). I saw him with a mouse once. It was still alive. He would catch it and then hold it for a minute and then he would take his paw off of it and pretend to not be watching. The instant the mouse made a run for it he would reach out and snatch it back. I don't understand why Lynx would not just kill the poor thing. It did explain why I was always finding dead mice under furniture and appliances though. He would play with the mice long enough to injure them mortally but the mice would still have enough left to escape and hide only to die from their wounds.
Our current kitties, Myth and Buster (can you tell what my kids like to watch?), are much more humane. They only play with the mice after they are dead. Buster had one this morning that he brought in from outside. As gross as it is to see a cat playing with a dead mouse I am glad to have such a great mouser. We were hard put to it to keep the mice out of the house before Myth and Buster. I will save my mouse trap rant for another time. They both have some funny habits too. Myth loves to tear up anything cardboard. We had a time keeping her out of the Christmas presents! LOL Buster loves tearing up plastic bags, potatoes, and toilet paper.
Lastly, we have two fish. Or rather Kyla has two fish, bettas. I never thought fish had personalities or formed attachments to people. I have learned that they do. We left for a vacation in July 2007 and left Kyla's fish, only one at the time, with a friend. the whole time we were gone he refused to eat. Our friend was so worried that he would die. lol When we brought him home Kyla fed him and he gorged himself. Apparently Tormey is more attached to Kyla than I would have ever thought. Stormy is not as friendly. He is more reclusive.
We have had a few others over the years. Some more dear to us than others. I imagine we will have more as the years go by.
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