I made a recent pilgrimage to the Bronx to see my friends, Jennifer and Anthony, along with the rest of their four-legged family. It was great, like having your very own petting zoo. This is the view from Jennifer’s window. That’s a chicken sanctuary across the street to the right. Who knew Spanish Harlem, as this historic area still considered Manhattan is called, could be this pleasant.
Anthony was his usual svelte self barking a hearty hello. It touches me that he remembers who I am. How does he manage to stay so fit and trim, that’s what I want to know. He’s the George Clooney of pits after all. Just get a load of that profile.
Cliff, the chihuahua, Jennifer’s been fostering, was the only one not too happy to to see me. Jennifer made him go sit in the corner at one point to calm down with me acting as his lawyer. “Awe, he didn’t mean to eat my shoe…he’s just excited.”He prefers being alone with her (who wouldn’t), but got over it and little did he know, would be adopted by two wonderful women the very next day. I like how his paws are crossed as if he went to a good finishing school.
Bill Clinton was on hand giving me a warm welcome. I love the way he covertly flirts when he thinks you’re not looking. You know Bill, hate to break it to you, but I’ve been to the rodeo before. We hung out on the bed together giving each other the eye. I’ve always had a secret thing for handsome, men of color with a presidential flair.
One of the more funnier moments was when I went to pee to find Lydia, the cat, lounging in the bathroom sink, her ample girth spilling over the sides. She held out her paw in solidarity, her own litter box just a few feet away. You have to appreciate when women support each other since, let’s face it, it’s mighty rare…my experience anyway. I was in my glory having Anthony in my lap for most of the afternoon. He’s such a good host the way he extends himself. I half expected him to go out on the terrace and throw some charcoal on the grill, he’s such a man. This is him watching the Yankee game.
Charley was there, the kitten Jennifer found one day on her way home, but he stayed mostly in the closet. No, Charley’s not gay, just a little unnerved by Cliff’s incessant barking who kept trying to nip my ankles hoping this might get me to go home earlier, but I wasn’t leaving Anthony so soon. I miss when they lived right around the corner. I got to see them almost every day, so even Cliff, whose name is now Francis, wasn’t getting rid of me so fast.
This is one of the many things I admire about Jennifer Panton, how she could love an animal for months then give him up to the right home. I’d be heartbroken, one of the reasons I’m not a very good foster parent. I never give them up. Missy, the cat, came for a week and stayed eight years.
My pal Ella just rescued a whole colony of cats she can’t part with. They’re all running around her house in various shapes and sizes. It’s so hard letting go, but Jennifer feels, now that Cliff has a home, she can rescue another…like Cash here with his foster mom, Becca, she just got off the euthanasia list. He was due to be put down today. Excuse me while I weep for joy. And when Cliff’s new parents asked, is it okay if we change his name…she let go of that too. He was now theirs and the name Francis would be just fine with her. I gather it’s after St. Francis of Assisi, the Patron Saint of Animals, but I’m not sure. Cliff, I mean Francis, now has a new sibling named Shelby that he’s already nuts about. After bunking with Anthony, he too is a pit lover.
God bless these two bighearted girls.
Mustn’t forget Mark and Meryl who live under the bed. They are quasi feral and only come out when Jennifer’s home alone. Apparently Mark has been fathering Charley a bit. Hey, every kid needs a role model so let’s hear it for daddy Mark. Somebody’s gotta teach ya to clean between your paws.Here’s Charley and below his foster dad.
When I finally did leave, I was sated, with a great animal fix beneath my belt. I floated to the train with Anthony’s white fur all over my navy shorts I still can’t bring myself to wash.
And when all was said and done, I was just really happy to see, my two wonderful friends. http://www.ua4a.org