In today's world with all the stress it brings, I like to put some classical music on the stereo, grab a cup of hot tea and kick back to reflect on times past, people remembered and simple pleasures that have been brought to our family in various ways. Lately, I have reflected on the pets we have had during our lifetime and the joy they brought to us.
As parents, my wife and I always told our sons that when you adopt pets, they become part of the family and should be treated as such. Our pets have brought us years of joy and comfort in times of need.
This is the story of three cats named Dixie, Shadow and Max.
Dixie was adopted along with her sister Shadow. She fit the name of Dixie since she was a very Southern ladylike cat, probably of the Maine Coon variety, very fluffy with white and gray colors and very particular about most things. She was about as aloof as any cat can be, but when she wanted attention, she demanded it. Although all of our cats were urged to go outside through a pet door, Dixie preferred the warmth and comfort of the house.
Shadow became the personal cat of our youngest son. She got the name by shadowing him wherever he went. When he was out of the house, she liked to explore dark areas that looked interesting. She was a spunky cat who liked to play and tease her sister Dixie by swatting at her tail whenever Dixie was close by. She had a black, flat, shiny coat along with a slim profile that allowed her to examine tight places. Unfortunately, one day, Shadow came up missing and left our lives for good. Our son was disappointed, but understood that cats can be unpredictable.
Max was a small red tiger and the clown of the three. One early morning he came into the house vocalizing rather loudly, but strangely. He had a habit of showing his thanks by bringing various types of critters into the house, especially in the early morning hours. This time he had found a cicada and had it in his mouth. When you looked at him, his cheeks moved as the cicada buzzed.
He finally decided this was not a good situation and dropped the cicada which I quickly disposed of.
The point of telling these stories is that I hope to interest those that have not known the joy of having pets to consider adopting a cat or dog. Remember, responsibility goes with such an adoption, but pets serve as training for children, as well as adults, in providing care. Visit the local pet adoption facility in your area and consider making a friend. Stop in and look over the potential pets available and don't forget to spay or neuter your choice as part of your responsibility.
You will never regret adopting a friend.
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George Wilken is a retired meteorologist who lives in Little Rock.
Editorial on 01/02/2020