There seems to be an epidemic going around of women, once they meet a man, unloading their pets. Why can’t we all play nice preferably under the same roof, is what I’d like to know.
What inspired this were my friends Fred and Bev who, when they were visiting Bev’s sister in West Virginia, got stuck sleeping with her cat. Why? The new boyfriend has a dog who gets bedroom privileges. Imagine how kitty must feel sleeping in the guestroom. Now my friends are cat people so believe me, she had a cozy time but that’s not the point, it’s the principal of the thing. She’s your cat, not a set of golf clubs.
Bingo, the dog, must have the biggest balls going knowing his company was preferred. Well, I know a thing or two about cats, he better watch his step when he’s toolin around that verandah because accidents have been known to happen.
“So kitty, did you hear or see anybody who could have pushed Bingo over that railing?”
“No officer, last I knew he was sleeping in my mistress’s room while I was down the hall…gotta light?”
Fred made me laugh when he said, the cat likes to sleep between his feet so he needs to be careful when he rolls over so not to disturb her. At first I thought he was talking about bothering Bev but I got that wrong. Like I said, things in this case could have been much worse…this kitty had allies. I half expected Fred to say he found her all packed in the backseat of their Subaru…and could you blame her?
My pal, Jennifer Panton, who runs United Action For Animals told me how often pets end up at shelters because owners meet potential partners and decide they’re just in the way. Boy, was that alarming.
It brought up Taffy, the King Charles Spaniel who went from being the lord of the manor to suddenly farmed out to live with the cleaning woman in Queens. Pamela, his fickle owner, met a lawyer who wasn’t keen on animals, as he put it, especially in an apartment. Well for starters, Cruella lived in a three-story townhouse so he proved right there what a schmuck he was and she, like so many women I’ve known, was just too desperate for a date to argue the point. I remember he had a nose you could hang your coat on and no, ‘that nose and everything else must be that big’ theory isn’t a good enough reason to send your puppy across the 59th Street Bridge.
My friend Chris who shares custody of 2 long haired chihuahuas said, “Hey, screw that, if that were me, the broad’s right out the door.”
Now if I met a man who didn’t like animals that wouldn’t be just a red flag flying, it would be more like the Star Spangled Banner at Fort M’Henry. How a woman or man could opt for anyone who didn’t love animals is beyond me. Who are they not to be keen on next…
Like Chris said, the broad’s right out the door.