Is there no limit to the madness?
Hi, folks. It’s me, Quillow, back again.
I had a great time writing about that cat. “Mom” showed me the papers where it’s printed and I felt pretty proud, I tell you. I even shared the good news with Beauty who gave me a little kittenish kiss. Imagine! Well, a dog’s gotta do what a dog’s gotta do.
And I’m all right with that.
I thought I was, that is.
Things have settled down here at home. We all get along and we all live in as much happiness as dog or person can take. It wasn’t hard learning the rules and, being . . . well, me, it’s never been hard to follow once I know what’s expected.
I mean, Minor was one thing but he and I couldn’t be closer now. And that cat I did mention that kiss, right? She does remain quite quixotic however best buddy one minute and running off like I’m going to tear her to shreds the next. (Don’t tell anyone but I think it’s because she’s a female. Yes, I know. One of them.) But she’s OK.
Now though there’s yet another trick to learn. Birds.
OK, I did chew on one last winter. Big. Long dead. Frozen stiff (pardon the pun) and about as much fun as chewing on a roof shingle. It upset her she tried to take it away but my jaws were too strong, even for her. Guess Minor doesn’t struggle that much or just behaves better, having been here longer, for he gives up his chewing treasures quite easily.
Still, it’s Minor who’s the bird threat in this house. If one flies into the window and ends up stunned on the deck, I’ve watched a race between my mistress and Minor. Poor birdy doesn’t stand a chance if Minor gets to it first. (Beauty tells me she isn’t interested in anything with all those feathers. She’s happy with a juicy mouse or its relations.)
Mom’s gotten onto Minor’s tricks and has pretty good luck reaching the bird first. I’ve been surprised how many recover and quite quickly, too. She keeps a “recuperation cage” upstairs, takes the bird with her to protect it from Minor, pops it into the cage and, usually within a few hours, the bird is wide awake, hopping around and ready to be released.
(Mom asks for those of you who don’t know that I explain it is very easy to hold a bird. All it takes is the assurance you really want to hold the bird and a steady hand to grasp the bird. No feet or wings and of course never pick it up by its head. Then cradle it in your hand, tummy up and the bird relaxes right away. I promise I won’t share this advice with Minor.)
OK. Got it? Bird cage bird feeling better. Out. Gone.
Only while it’s here Minor and I are expected to visit.
To tell the truth, I never gave much thought to birds before. I don’t go up and they don’t stay down.
Only here’s this little chickadee in the cage. Out one minute and perkily flopping away not much later.
Did I want to take a peek? OK, I’m game. Why not?
I put my nose right up to the cage and the bird flew right over. I jumped. Well, I wasn’t expecting that. It stayed there, just watching me.
I inched my way back to the cage.
So now I have a new buddy. When I hear that happy fee-bee, I’ll be looking for my friend.
Susan Crossett is a Cassadaga resident. Send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org