Welcome to Thursday Coffee Hour. This is an open topic thread so help yourself to the goodies and let us know what is new with you. I have always had cats in my life. The only dog we ever had was Ruffles and she became my Mom's dog. Ruffles did the typical dog things like follow Mom around, beg for food, sleeping near her at night, and constantly wanting to be with her and pining when Mom wasn't around. I had cats and the typical ho-hum are you around and further more whatever. You know the typical cat stuff.
Pixie may look like a cat but I'm beginning to think that maybe she is part dog. The older she gets the more paranoid she gets about me leaving her. Of course it didn't help that I had to leave her three times in the couple of years we have lived here to deal with my brother Mike's death. Then I left her to go get Reid. Now she panics if I take the garbage out. Reid said the other day I was taking the garbage out and Pixie came running into the room and ran up to the screen door and yelled as she stood up to see if she could see where I was. Going to the store is a major trauma for Pixie any more. She is afraid that if I take the car out I won't be back for weeks. A one hour trip gets greeted with looks on dismay and rubbing all over me.
I don't sleep well any more so many times when the arthritis is acting up I'll lay down for a little while in the afternoon. Pixie practically lays on top of me. She starts in around five in the evening trying to convince me it is bedtime. She can hardly wait for me to come to bed at night. Since Reid has taken over the living room I'll read now while sitting on my bed. She loves to cuddle next to me.
Pixie will follow me all over the house like a little puppy dog. If I am in the computer room at night she will come and lay down on the floor until I'm finished. She will then show me where the bed is in case I had forgotten. She constantly wants to be near me.
I sometimes wonder if she remembers Mom and is afraid that I will die on her like Mom did. She was with Mom when she died and stayed 12 hours with the body until my brother came home and found her.
I love the little scamp and it just cracks Reid up the way she acts. I thought having Reid around would make her a little less anxious about being alone for any length of time. I guess that uncles just aren't the same as mommies.