Saturday, December 13, 2008

Woofy, Gin Gin and Jezebel

I'm smiling as I write this. Every morning after I get up I call out to my babies, "Who wants a treat?" And of course they all come running. It's impossible handing out one at a time because they all want to be number one. So I just drop several to the floor and watch them scamper to get one, making sure they each get their fair amount. For a minute there I feel like I'm feeding chickens at my feet.

Do I have a favorite? I know I shouldn't, but I do. I love them all. They each have their own personalities and are as different as night and day. They bring me so much joy and companionship and I look forward to their greetings every day when I come home from work.

Woofy, my first, is the only male. A little gray tabby with green eyes, he's so lovable and polite. He talks all the time and enjoys being brushed and cuddled. He welcomed and bonded with Jezebel almost from the first day we had her. When I pull into the drive at the end of the day he's right there poking his head through the blinds to welcome me. Then he races to the door and waits for me to come in.

Gin Gin, my second, is the largest of the cats tipping the scales at almost 15 pounds. She's a beautiful calico and very independent by nature. She only wants to be loved on when she wants it. It has to be on her terms. She's quiet and likes alone time, mostly sleeping in on my bed. She will however head butt me during the night to get beneath the covers with me. She likes being brushed, too, but won't stay still long enough for a good one like Woofy.

Jezebel just joined our little family. A solid black tabby with gold eyes, she's a little devil with those lethal nails of hers. Still just a kitten, everything is play time with her. When I make my bed in the mornings she's right there under the bed, clawing at my feet as I walk from side to side. I'm embarrassed to wear sandals right now but the scratches will heal. She likes to be brushed, too, and has become Woofy's little shadow. Everywhere he goes, she goes. When Woofy pokes his head between the blinds she's right there in front of him. It's early yet but I have a feeling her temperament will be more like his.

So there it is. I treat them all the same but I do have my favorite. Can you guess which one?


ddurance said...

I'm guessing Woofy, since he was the first and only male.


Debbie Wallace said...

Right on! He was a stray a friend gave us. Took months before he trusted us. I think he was mistreated.

Nancy Bristow said...

Debbie...Pets are the best. Actually I prefer them to most people....Nancy:)

P.S. I had to grin about the favorite folks went to extraordinary lengths not to play favorites between my two sisters and myself. We all felt special in our own way so we used to joke among ourselves about it. I was, however, first born;)

Debbie Wallace said...

I was the first born, too. My sister a year younger than me. I never felt that my parents favored one of us over the other when we were growing up but they were very obvious about who they favored with regard to the two granddaughters.