Music and Cats

In Houston, we are rarely in the company of cats, as several of my relatives are allergic. When here, Paul and I are always happy to visit the home of our friends JD and Annie, not only because we love them, but because they have two beautiful, if shy, Scottish Fold cats. Sadly, I forgot to take my camera when we went for our bit of feline fur therapy last night.

My sister and her husband have always had dogs. Harley, an English setter, has been a part of their family since before the boys were born. A hunting dog who was not trained to hunt, Harley nevertheless displays the attributes for which she was bred. This afternoon, as we played soccer with the boys in their back yard, Harley spotted a squirrel in a neighbor’s tree. She froze, nose quivering, and didn’t move even as I walked around her, camera clicking.

Good dog, Harley. Good girl.

If you’re looking for photos of the McKittens, I’m sorry to disappoint. Can I point you instead to the Friday Ark, where lots of cats come aboard each week? We’ll be home tomorrow, and then there will be cats.

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