Spikey is the neighborhood cat that thinks he’s a dog, and Rhett is our miniature poodle who isn’t exactly sure what he is. Sometimes he thinks he’s a dog, sometimes he thinks he’s a cat, but most of the time he thinks he’s a person.
Last night, as we were doing our nightly before-bedtime-walk, Rhett sniffed along our usual path until he found a spot that was exactly what he was looking for, so that he could eliminate satisfactorily. Having found the perfect spot, he began “taking care of business.”
Well, in the pitch black, with me shining my flashlight on “his business,” I heard nothing, Rhett heard nothing, and suddenly there was Spikey rubbing up against Rhett’s face. To say he was startled is an understatement. He was so taken aback that he turned a rapid 360, “his business” went airborne, and Spikey had no clue that he’d almost given my dog a heart attack.
It was so funny, that I couldn’t stop laughing. Of course having to locate the flying poop in the dark wasn’t an easy undertaking or a laughing matter, but I did manage to find it and take care of it. But poor Rhett, he was very angry with Spikey. They’re buddies, but there has to be a line drawn somehere . . . don’t you think?
For a little background, we met Spikey about ten months ago. He came running up to Rhett to sniff him, introduce himself, and generally attempt to be his friend. Now we don’t know why, but Rhett, although raised in a puppy mill (he’s a rescue) with many other poodles, doesn’t particularly care for most dogs. But Spikey, although a cat, and a different species altogether, he finds intriguing. Since we met Spikey, he has joined us several times on our walks, and I have to say it’s quite a sight. Me, my dog, and a tiger-striped cat following along walking through the neighborhood with us.
I’m not sure what the two are thinking as we stroll along, the three of us, like this. But all I tend to think of is: Isn’t this beautiful? If only the whole world could stroll along together, like Spikey and Rhett, wouldn’t that be something?