November 06, 2005
Saint Puck
Our cat, Puck, should be nominated for sainthood.
Not only must he suffer the indignity of being chased about the house while Dax shrieks at him, "DOGGY! DOGGY!", he actually lets the kid catch him sometimes.
Just a few minutes ago I heard Dax meowing excitedly. When I turned around, he was gently petting Puck. The hands, they were gentle. But the meowing? Well, it is not unlike a siren but escalating insanely in both pitch and volume. I could see Puck wincing but he stayed put. Unfortunate for him, really, because Dax took that as an invitation to cuddle.
Puck enjoys a cuddle. What he can not possibly enjoy is a 21 pound child laying on top of him. Still. Did he complain? Did he claw or bite? Did he pack his bags and move out of this nut house? No. He did not.
But as soon as he could free himself he escaped to the top of the kitty perch where he is now taunting Dax.
I think it is nap time. For both kitty and kid.
