PETS
1. The World's Greatest Cat (Sam)
From about 1999-2012, I had the greatest
cat of my life: Sam. Huge, gentle to humans, feared by all other
animals (including racoons), he was lord of the woods for over a decade.
He even won my wife over from a cat hater to a cat woman.
"Frodo" aka Poose.
About a year after the death of Sam, we got
another cat: Frodo. He looks a lot like Sam, is also an enormous
cat, but there the similarity stops. Whereas Sam loved to be
handled, mauled, and manipulated by people. Frodo
is a "momma's cat". Whereas Sam spent every night out hunting, and
only returned home if he had a kill to show off, Frodo only goes out if
the weather suits him, and seldom off the deck. At the age of 2,
Frodo still has
caught nothing. Still, he is quite affectionate, and enjoys
watching TV and reading ... for about 2 min. before, out of exhaustion,
he falls asleep. There are several things to note about this
photo: i) at 56 I still have to do homework
at night; ii) we never have a proper pen around and so I'm using a
kiddie "owl" pen to make notes; iii) I can never find a pair of reading
glasses and have to use my wife's; and iv) Frodo found Posner boring
after the first page.
2. The World's Stupidest (but cute) Dog (Ty)
Ty was my youngest daughter's dog.
Hardly a man's dog. He joined the household when all the kids lived
there, Sam was around, and Jack the jerk (below) ruled the roost.
He is a happy go lucky
guy who likes company. Unfortunately, the kids left home, Jack died,
Same died, and for awhile he was all alone. He kept looking at me like,
"I know you're responsible for all these disappearances!", and
I don't think he trusts me. Once Frodo came along, and they
started sleeping together, he relaxed a little.
3. And...
The World's Worst Dog (Jack the Jerk)
Why it is so hard to get a clean shirt in my house
One day my married daughter calls and says "You're going to
be a grandpa!" I was, naturally, elated. And looked forward to my
future days babysitting. It didn't take long. Here I am, you can see
how happy I look.
Plus, he kept chewing the stick I was carving!
Bauer continues to show me great signs
of respect: