A Lesson to Be Learned from Our Four-Legged Friends

A little over five years ago, our home was enlarged by the addition of one new member: a cat named “Crystal.” Always having a soft spot for the downtrodden animals of the world, I did not hesitate to accept her as another pet in an already semi-large menagerie comprised of three dogs.

Having not had a cat in my life since I was very young, it took some time getting used to her behaviors. I have had to be prepared for her dash from out of nowhere when I walk to my car. I must be ready when she decides that my leg would make an appropriate “scratching post” or when she thinks that my book bag might yield some delectable treat. On occasion when I get to school, I realize that my clothing sports some cat hairs that weren’t there when I got ready for the workday.

She “announces” that it’s time for her meal by scratching on the backdoor screen. As soon as I exit, heading for her dish, she patiently waits for the familiar “plop” of the Special Kitty meal of the moment.

Sometimes, however, she decides to share her repast with a neighborhood stray. I guess she recalls the days that she herself was fending for herself prior to becoming my pet.
Crystal has soon endeared herself, not only to our family, but is an ever-present visitor to our neighbors next door. A visitor will either find her lounging on our front porch or stalking an inviting bird or squirrel as her intended prey.

As I mentioned earlier, I have three dogs. Although she has no dealings with the outside pair, Crystal has become a friend to the inside cocker Misty. At first I thought they wouldn’t hit it off, but to my surprise, the two of them quickly became amigos.

While Crystal stays on the outside, there are a few instances where she “slips” into the house. In her inside ramblings, she dips her head in Misty’s food bowl, decides to “examine” Misty’s bed, and even licks the dog’s chew toy. Misty just sits and watches, never making an aggressive move or growl toward the feline.

When Misty is taken out to “relieve” herself, Crystal hides in the bushes, waiting to pounce or slap Misty with her paw. Misty’s stub of a tail wags as she spots her buddy. Crystal plays with Misty’s leash when the dog is standing in one spot. They seem to enjoy the pleasure of each other’s company.

Aren’t dogs and cats supposedly “natural enemies”?

By the way, Crystal is white and Misty is predominately black.