Dear people in my family have just adopted this fuzzy girl with the big ears and eyes. Her name is Sophie. When Sophie crossed the threshold and began adjusting to all the sights, sounds, and smells of her new home, she quickly discovered all kinds of low-hanging leaves in the jungle of houseplants on the floor. None were poisonous to her, but many were appealing for their grassiness, or lushness, or who-knows-what. At least the Christmas tree had already been taken down.
Years ago, I had a sitter come in several times a day to take care of my two cats while I attended an out-of-town conference. The Christmas tree – a fresh spruce about seven feet tall – was resplendent in all its holiday finery (mainly lights and bird ornaments, if I recall) and was tucked away in the corner as far I could place it.
When I returned from my meeting, I found the tree lying on its side, with most of its ornaments spread out on the floor. Fortunately, there was no broken glass, or any evidence of feline distress or damage. The cats were very nonchalant and evasive about the entire episode. The note from the sitter said how sorry she was, but never mentioned why she just left the tree lying in the floor.
It’s been a while since I’ve had any pets. Over the years, they all succumbed to illness or old age. One cat, Katie, was almost twenty when she died. I found her in the woods when she was young and very ill. I was on my way to the Humane Society with her, when I turned my car around and drove her home. I was with most of my pets when they were euthanized and, for a long time, felt I couldn’t go through that again. But maybe it’s time to welcome another dog or cat to our home. I think Sophie has definitely stirred the old longings. Besides, what’s a home without pets and plants?