I found my spirit animal in a news story. It appears that somewhere in is crazy world there is an opossum who’s basically my spirit animal. You see this creature broke into a bakery and spent the night gorging on pastries. He was discovered the next morning passed out among the baked goods.
And you see that would completely be me. I’d break into a bakery and just eat myself silly, get caught and not even care while as happily in my food coma of sorts. Of course once the food wore off is be super annoyed. So why don’t I do it?
Well for one, I’m not someone who does well with oodles of authority and rules. And secondly, breaking into places sounds like too much work. Yes I know the reward is pastries, but is it enough of a reward for the effort required and the potential consequences? Perhaps it is better to simply let my spirit animal take the glory and the potential consequences.
As an added bonus, if I simply live is moment through my spirit animal my hips won’t suffer the consequences of too many pastries, which in turn would make it that much harder to break into another bakery and get the good stuff.
There is currently a hedgehog up against the table leg. This isn’t a little hedgehog either, it’s bigger than my head and has a tendency to grunt when touched. And do t mind the salamander dangling off the arm of the chair either. It’s totally harmless although I read somewhere that anything with bright and lurid colors is poisonous. Pretty sure this one isn’t, and I’ve never read anywhere that orange, yellow and aqua meant you’d be dead if you touched it.
No we haven’t started an exotic zoo or animal collection. Unless you count the new toys for the four-footed one. She tends to acquire the most bizarre toys because those tend to be what she picks out. And yes I know, we probably shouldn’t let her pick out her toys from the various shelves in her favorite stores as often as we do. Even if just for the fact that the house is looking a bit like an exotic stuffed dog toy zoo.
I think the one that finally made me realize we may be getting a bit overrun is when I awoke to a giant hairy spider sharing my pillow with me. Just beyond that was the four-footed one, snuggled up against the many-legged creature. Beloved doesn’t think that waking up next to a giant hairy spider should be a place to say enough. We shall see if he changes his mind when he puts on his shoe given that I know there is a multi-segmented caterpillar in his shoe. A hard and cold caterpillar.
Apparently there is a chicken in a barn. Who’s? Barn? What barn? Mine barn? Doubt it. I don’t have a barn. I’d like a barn, of sorts. I’d like animals, which would result in the need of a barn of sorts. Or another house. For the animals. Just so we’d have enough bedrooms.
And let’s be clear here all of my animals would be pets. Pets that are part of the family. Pets that are loved and spoiled. So yeah Jerry Lee Lewis, if that’s the type of barn you were singing about then perhaps I get it. But it probably still wouldn’t really be a barn.
But sure, there’d be a whole lotta shaking going on. As well as running and resting. Eating and jumping. Because let’s face it, play time is super important. So is rest time and eating time. And cuddle time. Let’s not for get about that.
So if there is shaking happening it’s from needing to shake out fur. And wonderful shaking that happens from laughter and play. Yep that’s the whole lotta shaking I’m talking about.
Who wouldn’t encourage that type of shaking? Certainly not I. Nor Beloved. Not ever. We’d be right in the middle of it all!
When you hear hoof beats do you start looking for horses or zebras? My medical team seems to think in terms of zebras when it comes to my health, but honestly that isn’t their fault. I am not the easiest person to work with in general and with a messed up immune system to match a slightly sarcastic and cynical view-point it just gets harder. For all I know they may be better off looking for mythical or extinct creatures.
We are, to some degree, a sum of our experiences and dealing with my health issues lead me to believe that I’m a bit like a platypus. Sort of a mishmash of various pieces that don’t seem to go quiet right together and yet somehow it all works in some way. Of course, platypus do not make the sound of hoofbeats, but if you saw just the bill out of the water you’d think it was a large waterfowl, and if you saw their back in the water you might think it was a water mammal of sorts, such as a beaver.
To some degree we are all a zebra and a horse, it just depends upon the situation. Each one of us can be a beaver, a duck or a platypus to different people, we just can’t be a zebra and a platypus at the same time.
The four-footed one snuck in, under the radar. She used stealth, cunning and people. She knew I needed her and so when a friend popped by to gather a few things for me, she also gathered up the four-footed one to bring her along. Thankfully my friend has a large bag.
The four-footed one hopped into the bag, snuggled down below a blanket and kept a book company. She stayed silent and still despite the jostling around that happens when you are in a bag over someone’s shoulder. And that person is walking on a tiled floor. In a bit of a hurry.
The four-footed knew I needed her. And she needed to know that the treats and snuggles were going to keep coming, even if I was in hospital for a few days. So she made sure she was smuggled in for a few visits.
How long will things stay this way? Well I’m home from the hospital and my friend pops in to check on the four-footed one and myself, so I’d say it’s changed already. But she knows if I go away again, she has the skills to accept an almost impossible mission, one of being smuggled into the hospital. Because she knows she has incredible healing powers. Even if she keeps slipping her head out of her cape!
One of my neighbor’s has taken to feeding the stray cats in the area. At first he put out a few dishes of food out near the trees where the cats can sometimes been see. He’d collect the empty dishes and set out new dishes full of food on a daily basis. This went on for a few months before he decided to do something different.
He moved the food dishes to his back door to make it easier for him to ensure there was always food and water available for the stray cats. He also started setting out little catnip toys for them to enjoy.
And naturally we started noticing more cats in the area. We also started noticing that some of the birds were disappearing as well as the squirrels. Logically it made sense, increase in cats means a decrease of small animals. It was a tough choice, let the cats starve or realize we might have fewer birds and such. I couldn’t say the cats were eating the birds, which another neighbor suggested, but naturally birds and cats will keep their distance.
The four-footed one didn’t attempt to make friends with the cats. Instead she kept her distance. But when the skunks and foxes started coming into the neighbourhood, well she couldn’t resist these new beings. Thankfully the foxes were too shy to play. As for the skunks, they clearly are used to dogs as they let the four-footed one come up and sniff them. She also tried to play with them. They weren’t interested in play, but thankfully they also didn’t spray.
The neighbor who thought he was helping the cats didn’t believe us about the foxes and skunks. That is until one say when he was setting out the food and a skunk walked right into his house. Of course the skunk didn’t stay, it walked back out of the door which wa still being held open due to shock.
We now have more birds and squirrels on the neighbourhood. And the skunks still visit now and then. As they as passing by.
Someone in this household needs to work on her manners. Wait. What? You thought we were going to talk about me? Okay, sure my manners could be brushed up on. Let’s face it, the majority of us can brush up on our manners.
But enough of that, we are talking about th four-footed one. She really needs to work on her manners. She chews with her mouth open, interrupts when someone else is talking with whining. Oh…no I mean yes she does those things, but that’s not what I’m complaining about.
She currently is running under the assumption that she owns the entire sidewalk and woe to anyone else who happens to be on what she considers to be hers. She will bark at you. If she is on a leash when Beloved is walking her she will try and lunge at the other person. (She tried that with me twice and that was it.) Beloved can’t understand why she doesn’t behave he same way with him as she does when she is with me.
She does need to work on her listening skills in general as she’s as apt to ignore a sit command as she is to follow it. I’d like to think it’s a manners thing rather than an owner thing, but of course it will be an owner thing. It always is.
And then there is this need to spray people with water right after she has had a drink. This is new by the way. We never used to spray people with. We used to drink and politely let the water dribble off our chin/beard. But now we spray people. Liberally. With water from our water dish.
You see manners are lacking. If we want to take her out in public we must work on manners. Otherwise she will never get out with us. On the other hand, Beloved seems to enjoy whole sidewalks to himself as well as patios at th coffee shops.