Okay, this adventure will be of the funny kind. I can’t help myself and must tell you what happened the other morning. Mom and I got up early to beat the heat as the hot season is here already. She was sleepy and in a hurry. I smelled it immediately but sat and watched as my mom stepped in a big, wet pile of cat poop in the hall way. Squish! It gets better because she didn’t know she stepped in it until I was kind enough to come over and smell her hiking boot. She walked in and out of the kitchen, to the closet, over to the family room…all with poop on her shoe.
I decided I should finally help her, and she wondered why I was sniffing her shoe until she got a whiff herself: poop. She confirmed it and saw the blob of poop on her shoe, and it dawned on her like a slow-motion movie: OH Nooooooo! Yup, she saw the trail of poop throughout the house. Out with the clean wipes, and she retraced her steps and tried to clean up the mess. We were now running late and had to go. Dad would have to deal with the rest. Ha! “Good morning!”
Mom prides herself on being a positive person, but that poop made her pretty grumpy. Yet, she reminded herself that “Poop happens,” and it certainly wasn’t my brother’s intention to ruin her morning. You see, Edmond is getting old. He is 19 years old now, and, well, he gets lost on his way to places. Apparently, he couldn’t find the liter box in time. The poor guy can’t see or hear anymore, and we all try to help out when we can. He is still with us and happy, and every day is a gift.
One day, he got stuck under the kitchen nook table. He was trying to find the water bowl but got confused. I came over so he could get my scent, and I led him over. Mom said I am a great brother. It is true, I am very sweet…and humble.
Edmond gets to eat whatever he wants, and mom says when I am that old, I can, too. For an old dude, he still gets around. He loves sitting on window sills and getting fresh air, and he lays on dad’s desk to help out. We’ve been brothers since 2008 when I was born. He didn’t know what to think of me at first, but after a couple of moves together, we bonded. He’s told me the story of the California house and how he would sit on the roof at night and howl to the moon.
My breed (Shiba Inu) is described as cat like, and Main Coon cats like Edmond can often behave like dogs. What a pair we make! I taught him how to beg like a professional, so mom never eats in peace. I’m pretty sure she’d have it no other way.
I hope in the midst of whatever poopy thing happens to you that you can see the positive because life really is a gift. Before we know it, we will be old and forget where we are going. Enjoy the adventure while you can! Love you bro.