Today at the SPCA I met two wonderful animals and had two different experiences. The first one was with Sadie, a black and white rather large cat with yellow eyes, who apparently purrfurs to eat breakfast at night. She bit my right hand because she was over-stimulated by the amount of petting I was giving her. She was doing what any cat does. It still hurt though.
The second experience was with a German Shepherd named Tasha, who is a compassionate boarder, meaning she can’t be at home right now but still has a family. She loves to play and her favourite game is to make you attempt to throw two balls before she expertly snatches them away. If she moved to another part of the yard and I didn’t follow her she barked a command for me to come to her, rather like a bossy cat if you ask me. This experience was by far the highlight of my day, playing impossible bossy fetch with an amazing German shepherd.
Also at the SPCA today, on a sour note, I hit my head on a shelf, a blue shelf, while cleaning a litter tray. I stood up all of a sudden, not paying attention and thwack, right back down to the floor. I cursed up a blue storm rather loudly to my chagrin. I was embarrassed but not hurt. The reason I reacted in this way was that every time I do hit my head I am reminded of twice splitting my head open before age six and how bad it scared me. Someday I hope to get over this reaction.
To finish up my morning, at 10:30 or somewhere thereabouts, I sat with my friend Richard Austin Borthwick who works with me on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, outside Strait Coffee in the brilliant sunshine chatting amidst sips of great coffee and soaking up Vitamin D. It was divine.