We said goodbye to a member of the family this week. #
Peaches and Ricochet came into our lives on Father’s Day, 1993, at the Humane Society shelter in Birmingham, Alabama. Ricochet was a goal-oriented scrapper determined to break out: he literally reached through the cage and snagged Danah’s t-shirt as she walked by, beginning a love affair that was cut entirely too short by a tumor in 2003.
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Peaches, on the other hand, had given up. In a cage with animated littermates looking to close the deal, she sat in the back corner, just staring at me, forlorn. “I want that one.” #
There was never any question that Rick belonged to Danah, and that I belonged to Peaches. Once she returned to good health, she became possessive and, eventually, bossy. #
If I was out of town, she punished Danah for my absence. When I was home, it wasn’t unusual to find me working like this: #
When she wasn’t in my lap, she was #
sleeping in my camera case, or #
using the sofa as a hammock, or #
being, uhm, adventurous, or lying at a window looking out. #
I’m not sure how you end a post like this, so I think I’ll stop here, and you can pretend it ends better than it does. #
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