There have been a few periods of time in my life when I wished I was a cat.
Obviously, not really. But their lives, our cats’ lives, are lovely; sleeping, eating, sleeping, playing, eating, sleeping.
Over here is my buddy, Snoop Katty Katt.
Most commonly called Snoop or Boop, Boopy, Booper, Bupiter, Doop, Doopy, Dooper, Dupiter…
Our big boy, just recently has Samantha gotten to where she weighs more than he.
Snoop begs at the table, sleeps all night at or on our feet and gives kisses. He lets Samantha smush all over him without a peep or even a tail-swish. Maybe sometimes, he gives a cat-like sidewards glance.
Recently, he’s also taken to napping in the crib. The crib sheets are cream-colored. Yes, it’s lovely.
But Dooper-Dogg is my guy and I love him more than I think one should probably love a cat, or a dog.