My friends rescued a cat. Someone had dumped the poor baby along a hiking trail, and the foster mom lamented the little guy's condition. My friends adopted the cat, fed and cared it back to health, and got him updated on all of his medical care.
Needless to say, they are ecstatic to have an animal back in their house, However, they're back in the "limited vacation" mode: No more spontaneous trips or extended time away unless the cat can come along or a reliable pet sitter can be hired. They agree, though, that it's a small price to pay to help an animal. Besides, the cat is kind of cool. He has a chill personality considering what he has been through.
But, people must remember that what I lack in reverence and decorum, I make up for with a wicked and cutting sense of the absurd.
While I completely appreciate and sympathize with my pet-owning pals, I cannot resist poking a bit of fun back. In the midst of an online conversation in which I've no business commenting, I simply post a picture of my pets: Scooby-Doo and a unicorn. After all, if I were to leave them unsupervised for too long, they might fly off or jump into the Mystery Machine.
Truly, I do respect pet owners and pet rescuers and pet fosters. I also enjoy being part of the crowd sometimes. When I'm alone, Scooby and Unicorn don't speak much, but they are thrilled to be part of a conversation. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to plan a vacation away from my "pets".
