My parents have become snow birds. They leave the day after Christmas heading south to Tampa until spring. (sooner if my mom gets homesick for the kids)
They have two pets, an old feeble chocolate lab named “Whizzer” and a black and white cat named “Felix.” Since I am the most wonderful daughter ever, I offered to pet sit for them ’cause I’m nice like that.
They decided to bring them down the weekend before they left to do a trial run, making sure everyone adjusted. I should have known it wasn’t gonna go well when my parents arrived with only the dog. It seems the cat didn’t take to kindly to being put in the car and decided that she wouldn’t be making that trip at that time.
So, “Whizzer” arriveed and she is happy as a clam. She loved the girls but most of all loved the fact that we decided that she needed to be an inside dog. Since she had been an outside dog for fifteen years, she was now in doggie heaven.
Next came the arrival of “Felix”. She arrivedwith my mother later that day tied up in a bed sheet. For reals.
I should have known it was a bad sign. My mother opened the sheet and she lit out of it like someone poured turpentine on her ass.
Needless to say, Felix was not happy.
That day was an exploration day for Felix.She was checking us out. I would see her here and there, around the yard,on the porch. But boy was she skittish.
I dutifully put her food and water out, cause I’m a good child.
I called to her and tried to show her some love.
She hissed and bristled.
Then she left.
A couple days later, I noticed Felix had moved up the road to the neighbor’s trailer….to the trailer that has a 2009 Cadillac Escalade.
Seems a little snobby to me.
If I ever catch her, she will go straight back to my mother’s exactly the way she came.
The dog, however, is staying.