The Pitter Patter of Little Feet

We are happy to announce there is the pitter patter of little feet in our house these days! No this is not like the A & W commercial announcing with the "Grandpa Burger" that Peter has the joy of becoming a grandfather. Rather this is to just let you know we have the pitter patter of little feet in our house these days and it's not what you were thinking when you read the title for this blog. We have a visitor. And yes - his feet are little. And yes - they do pitter patter if you listen very carefully!

While Eric and Becky are away to the "sun and fresh fruit" of California we are taking care of their littlest guy - Pookie. Actually his name is Rusty and he seems to respond to that name much more so now. Some things do become unlearned in the absence of the instigator of those habits. And yet - some habits seem to come back quite quickly. He still likes a sip of water from the sink. Sorry Eric and Becky - I know you are trying to undo that one. And yes, a bit of roast does taste wonderful. Again - sorry E & B! Something about a tiny tidbit of roastbeef is much more appealing than the canned variety of meat. And watching the washing machine fill is still a wonderful way to pass time for him.

I must say after the first few days of adjusting he seems to be happy as a clam. Have you ever seen a clam smile? I think by the time a clam hits the plate there is NO smile left, if there ever was one to start with! Rusty has made himself quite at home. He has his favorite spot to sleep on the couch. He has a nice little vantage point to look out into the backyard. In fact, he has two of those. One by the dining room table and one on the laundry hamper in our bedroom. Nothing good comes of removing either of those. After taking the laundry downstairs one day and bringing the hamper back he was quite excited to see it in place again. So much so he jumped up onto it before Peter could put the lid back on. Imagine his surprise when down he went into the 3 foot deep hamper instead of lightly perching on top!

He doesn't look for his buddy (Keira) quite as often anymore. There are still moments though when he watches the back entrance in anticipation of her bounding in to say hello to him. Some things are still important to him that we just cannot provide. They'll be back together in due time, bugging and teasing one another and curling up to have a snooze side by side. In the meantime Eric and Becky can enjoy themselves knowing their pets are in good hands with the parents. And from the sounds of it, Keira is having fun too playing and tearing around the country yard of Becky's parents. Sounds like everyone is having a little holiday!

By the way, do you know how hard it is to get a cat to stand still long enough for a picture when he would rather climb on your lap and inspect the camera?