Many of your realize that husband and I only have furry
children, not because our children are like Eddy Munster, but they are dogs
& cats. Living with furry children can be frustrating at times. They can’t
tell us where they hurt or what the problem is. We just have to figure it out
and make it better.
Furry Children also play tricks on you which regular
children just can’t. First of all, our
old lady cat likes to sleep behind the couch right by the baseboard. The combination
of her snores and the baseboard make for a long sleepless night. The other
night was the pits for husband. She had an itch, and well, he thought he was
being shot at. I slept through the whole damn ordeal. Last night I was not as
fortunate.
I have no idea what time I was woken up by what seemed to be
someone at the front door knocking. It stopped and I tried to go back to sleep…
and it started again. Husband is on the couch (the littlest dog has a little
bladder, and he just stays down stairs after her potty break), I scream down, “Get
up someone is at the door”, I come flying down the stairs. He said, “No one is
there, go back to bed.” I assume whomever it was must have run off. I guess I went right back to sleep. I found
out when I woke up (for good) that it was our ginger one batting at the flaps
of a box.
I think the furry children & I need to have a discussion,
not that they will listen… but it will make me feel for one moment that I’m in
control, even though we all know better.
