Cats and DogsNovember 29, 2004
What's truly weird is how I felt yesterday, when I picked up Lala's dogs for a sleepover. I felt giddy-happy. Almost ecstatic to see their little jumping happy heads.
See, I don't know from dogs. I've never, ever been a dog person. Whatever. I thought they were sometimes cute but dumb, and drooled a lot. I just figured it out: They get you by making you feel like the most important person they've ever seen. I've always seen Lala's dogs when, duh, Lala was around. They freak out when they see me, but they really freak out when they see her, so before yesterday I'd never had the opportunity to open the door and watch them lose their little minds in sheer joy that I was there, that I was just who they wanted me to be, that I was the most wonderful, beautiful, head-petting person they'd ever, ever seen or hoped to see.
It makes you puff right up with pride and then you have to HUG them. It's easy to hug Harriet, harder to hug Miss Idaho, since she is, after all, only five pounds, but I managed with no serious injury on anyone's part.
And then driving them to my house, they were so HAPPY that they were in the car with me. Then home, they were so HAPPY to be outside. Then going in the door, they were so HAPPY that they got to come inside.
(Dude, I might be a dog. Must think more about that.)
And inside, the cats just growled. There was no happiness in cat-land last night. Both of them did eventually get off the top of the refrigerator, and they slept on the living room couches, but it was with the highest level of disgust. The dogs don't even pay attention to them. Perhaps that's the problem, actually. They're feeling slighted by not being chased?
It was totally selfish, me getting the dogs. I sleep SO much better at night with them in the bed. See, during my day-sleeps, my cats are the best. They cuddle and purr all day with me, and I sleep like a log. My night-sleeps are horrible, since Adah wakes at 2am and spends, literally, the next FOUR HOURS jumping from my head to my feet to my head to the bookcase to my head to my hands. She's a jumper and a pouncer, and I have no doors in this house to lock her out of the bedroom (just accordion-style doors that she learned to open within the first thirty seconds of being in the house). But with the dogs on the bed, Adah does not jump on my head. And the dogs sleep late. It's a lovely thing. I'm using them again tonight, too.
Pictures tomorrow, maybe? And I'm working on a gansey that I'm loving, a pattern and wool I picked up at Maryland Sheep & Wool, and I can't remember when I've had such fun knitting a pattern. Cromarty was amazing to knit, but it was so HARD, and required constant graph reading. This pattern is memorize-able but still fun on every damn row. Love, love, love it. Worried I'll run out of yarn. I'd hate to be making a vest.
(As I post this, both dogs are on the couch next to me, and Digit just crept across the living room floor and skulked up to sit on the other side of me. It's obviously not that he likes me, because right now I'm prolly pretty low-down on his list of favorite things. He's just asserting his right to me. This is better than TV.)