"We're having visitors today," I
, setting the old fashioned phone's receiver back in its cradle.
Snowball
around from batting at a squeaky mouse suspended on a bungee string on the doorframe. "Who's coming to visit," she
.
"Rose - You've met Rose..."
Snowball
. "And her dog!"
"Pretzel's a good boy," I said indulgently,
the patient Golden Lab. "Besides, he's a highly trained guide dog, a professional. He doesn't bother you."
"He doesn't molest me," she said darkly.
across the living room, she made a series of rapid leaps from the floor to the seat cushion to the couch arm to the back, where she stretched out like a furry pillow behind my head. "
is a whole diff-urr-ent dish of water." I smiled.
back, I nestled my cheek against her side and could feel more than hear the peaceful rumble of her purr. I yawned contentedly and
my bare feet up onto a corner of the coffee table. "They'll be here in about half an hour." My cat made the faintest growl. Twisting around to look at her, I
a stern finger. "Now, you behave yourself, kitty." Did her whiskers quiver?
I turned around and settled back. "Rose is nice. You like her."
"I'd like her better if she
a white cane," Snowball
, but it seemed to me she did it out of habit rather than genuine annoyance.
"Why are they coming?" she asked after a moment.
"Just
by for a short visit on the way to the dog park, where they go every Saturday, so Pretzel can have a couple hours off." I
in delight as a mischievous idea struck me. "We could go with them."
Snowball
up so my head
on the back of the couch. Oops!
"To a * dog park *," she
shrilly. "Really, Cassie! I realize you don't see very well, but you ought to know the diff-urr-ence between a cat - that is ME - and a dog!"
She
across my head, paws velveted,
down and made her way with dignity into the bedroom. I
, rubbing the back of my head. Sometimes my brilliant ideas didn't work out so well.
