Pets

Long ago and far away I remember loving and petting animals. Cats and Dogs mostly. Odd thing is that I can't remember any of their names anymore, except for Free Free, or Fri Fri...not sure how my parents spelled it. He was named that because we got him as a gift, thus the name. That cat was such a sweet cat. We had him most of my life. I was about 5 or 6 when we got him. Mom and Dad were running the Grocery Store at that time. It was my first experience with nurturing. He became my charge, my child so to speak. We spent a lot of time together in the back room of the store. He and I would take care of each other back there. He would let me push on his little nose as an affectionate gesture. He would purr at the drop of a hat. He was very loving. When we moved to Iowa, he came along too. Sometimes I would even take him with me to see the little girl across the street from the store and to play with the little girl and her sister who lived there. I remember making her laugh a lot by singing the Purple People Eater song.

We had a little black dog with a white spot on his/her chest. This was the dog that I would give my abc gum to just to watch him/her chew it as long as possible. I think it was a he. I don't know why I have forgotten the dog's name. As much as I love animals, you would think that their names would stick. I got a lot of love from those dogs and cats. Once time I had a little puppy that I would even dress up in my doll's clothes. That was lots of fun for me, not so sure about the puppy, but he never complained. Animals will act different with children than with adults. They seem to know what to allow and become patient with the little ones. That Puppy was brown with little black tips on the tips of the fur. He had a white patch on his nose that almost looked like a mask. Strange but I don't remember much else about that puppy. I don't even remember what he looked like when he grew up. Maybe the memories will come back the more I write.

We used to have a concrete area near my favorite tree. I don't remember what it was, only that I would sit there sometimes. Perhaps a remnant of an old building? I think Dad called it a Cistern, but am not sure. I will have to ask Dad if I can think of it when I next talk to him. I am going to end this here for now. I am tired and the screen might begin to jump at any time now. For now, Good night and take care of you, you deserve it. Hugs