Queer

Just to keep on the same subject of rodents, my hunny bunny is downstairs cooking dinner. And it smells so nice. And just to have rodent enemies into the picture, my six cats are roaming the place forfeiting the food for the aroma which is coming from downstairs. I have very tame cats which suddenly turn extremely dangerous if they see so much as a fly. I don't know how they do it, they turn their ears inward and hiss so hard that if one were to walk just by the main door of my house they'd think I was watching The Exorcist. And I know this is totally silly, but I have come home only to hear the hissing from outside and walked right past my door because someone else was in the street and the volume was so loud that it sounded like a possessed house. The thing is, I knew that once I put the key in the hissing would stop and that once I opened the door I would find all six cats waiting obediently in army style. They're such good cats, they sleep with me, they are so comforting although their purring is sometimes too loud. But I forgive them for everything because they were the turning point in my life. I'd read somewhere that pets would be good for therapy needing me, and I got two who gave birth to four, then one died of bone cancer, and God sent me another right by my door so as to have all six again. I never knew what a good mummy cat I'd become. I had no experience, now I'm a pro. I will know exactly what one wants, what the other needs, and what, God forbid, the other is suffering from. Six cats, who like humans, have their own different characteristics and ways. And I have my dogs. They're big like me, just like big bears. They look so fierce but are just cuddly teddy bears. I have no idea why they've grown so big, and no, I do not overfeed them. Even vets are mystified. Alaskan Malamutes are big, but these are enormous creatures weighing a whopping 100 and a 92 kgs. And they're male and female, and after four years they've still had no babies. Because my Lady (that's the female dog) is smart. She's happy enough with the foreplay but just doesn't want to do it for the fear that she'll get pregnant or something. Fluke (that's the male one) is on frustrated being poor old soul, but resigned to the fact that Lady is the boss. This house is such a happy house, and I feel so relieved once I close the door onto the outside. Perhaps people think I'm queer to have so many pets running around. But if queer equals happiness, then I'm happy being queer.