Is That a Raw Turkey Sitting On Your Shoulder?
Rufus spent most of the Thanksgiving/Friendsgiving holiday perched atop various family and friends and neighbors. Occasionally, he would settle for being cradled like a baby as long as it was out of reach from Emmie's nose, but he much preferred the height of a shoulder.
I know that's a cat thing, but Rufus says there's more to it. When I asked him, "Why do you keep peeing on my sofa, you little scrotgremlin?" Rufus answered (via one of my psychic friends), "I need to feel bigger. The two dogs here are HUGE and they make a lot of noise, barking and stomping around me, so I need to show them I'm big and tell them this is MY space."
We only have one dog. Duncan passed away just after Christmas last year.
Rufus isn't the only one who can see Duncan, who is apparently hanging around watching over his little sister, Emmie. At our Friendsgiving party, I had this conversation with several different people:
Guest: Where's the other dog I saw earlier?
Me: Do you mean the grey speckled one?
Guest: No, not Emmie, the other one. I saw him out of the corner of my eye for a second... but then he was gone.
Duncan, you're the bestest boy. Thank you for coming to our Friendsgiving party.
They definitely come back to visit. Joker and I periodically sense the presence of Blaze and Jolie. I think he sees them as well.
There were 2 magnificent male turkeys hanging out at my dentist's office last week. Very friendly. I think they were seeking amnesty. Hope they survived Thanksgiving!