It turns out San Geraldo and I have quite a lot in common with our cats.
Moose is a a worrier. So is San Geraldo.
Dudo, like me, is also a bit of a worrier. But, thanks to his slightly neurotic brother, he seems comparatively stable. (San Geraldo has the same effect on me.)
Also, like San Geraldo, Moose can be a bit messy. He doesn’t care if the bed is made. He’ll still make himself comfortable. Laundry on the bed? No problem.
(Don’t forget to click the images for the bigger picture.)
|MOOSE: “THE TOWELS WEREN’T AT ALL IN MY WAY.
YOU WEREN’T PLANNING ON MAKING THIS TODAY, WERE YOU?”
Dudo, on the other
hand… paw, watches me make the bed in the morning (something I usually do and San Geraldo rarely does) and waits for me to neatly fold “his” blanket (click here for that and here to meet the sender of the blanket). Then he settles down… Once, that is, I’ve moved the blanket into the sun.
Moose tends to sprawl in whatever position strikes him. Dudo carefully circles and then poses himself elegantly. (OK, in this sense Moose and I are much more similar.)
|… AND DUDO|
Unfortunately, Dudo’s neatness doesn’t carry over to the rest of his world. He and Moose leave their stuff (toys) all over the house and footprints all over the furniture. They trail litter onto the tile floor and shed everywhere. That’s where their behaviors merge with San Geraldo’s… except for the litter and the shedding… And maybe the footprints.
I’ve told you about the paper shredder (click here) at San Geraldo’s desk that serves more time as a snack table. Since said snack table has been overflowing of late, he now has taken to using his book case as a dish rack.
|“THERE’S ACTUALLY A PAPER SHREDDER UNDER ALL THAT.|
Sadly, the dishes are not clean when they’re stashed on the shelf. So I regularly retrieve bowls with dried-on cottage cheese. I’ve told him they’d be much easier to wash if he didn’t let the food dry on.
“Just add water and it reconstitutes!” he says.
|UN-RECONSTITUTED. AND THOSE BOOKS! VOLUMES I THROUGH V ARE OUT OF ORDER.
IT COULD DRIVE ME CRAZY.
Over the weekend, I found the remains of a cheramoya on the bookshelf.
“What?!?” he said again.
“What?” I returned. “It’s going to smell! It’s unsanitary! It’s going to attract bugs! That’s what!”
“The cats like bugs!”
|NO ROACHES… YET. JUST CHERAMOYA SEEDS.|
And to be clear, living with me is nothing like living with that guy from “Sleeping With The Enemy”!
|SAN GERALDO FINDS MY CANS ENTERTAINING.
I WISH HE HADN’T USED TWO OF THE SMALL ONES. NOW I HAVE TO REARRANGE.