Cap Sleeps Anywhere

I was reading the other day and ran across a poem by Eleanor Farjeon. It was about kitties and how they laze around and sleep all day. I noticed if I squinted my eyes and looked at it just right, I could change a few of the letters around and make a whole new poem out of it, one about my buddy Cap. It goes like this...

Cap sleeps anywhere, any table, any chair,

Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge,

Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do,


Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks,



Anywhere! He doesn't care! Cap sleeps anywhere.

Yeah, that's ol' Cap exactly. Like she knew him when she wrote that poem. Sometimes we have to hold a mirror under his nose to make sure he's still breathing, he's that quiet to live with. Low maintenance, Mom says. Something I wouldn't know about myself.

~Tell

Don't Prod the Bear

As we're bunkering down for another blast of ice and snow tonight, I noticed ol' Cap was curled up in a sunny spot, snoozing away. He seems to sleep alot more these days. I've been wondering if it was old age catching up with him, but after pondering over this situation, I've decided that's not it at all. He's hibernating. Yeah, like a gumpy old bear, he's living on his fat reserves and catching his Zzzz's. He was so deep into Dreamland that I was able to take his picture, and he didn't even know it. In fact, I took about ten pictures before Glynn rudely gave me her elbow and said to knock it off, he looks so sweet and peaceful like that and the flash might wake him. Good advice. Like My Boy always said, don't prod the bear. Anyway, I hope all you doggies and hammies stay warm tonight. Hopefully this will be the last cold spell of winter for us, unless that pesky groundhog sees his shadow next week. If he does, he belongs to me.
~Tell

Cap's Corner

Although we terriers bring a lot of joy and laughter into our home, Saturday was different. That's the day Cap made Mom cry.

She was gathering us together for a ride in the pickup, but only Glynn and I were dancing around waiting for the leashes to come out. Where was Cap? He didn't come bouncing up with us. He wasn't in any of his usual napping places, and wasn't standing over the dinner dish. Mom looked everywhere and called over and over, but no Cap.

Of course, Glynn and I had only one thing on our minds, and that was going for a ride. We weren't much interested in wasting time for an old dog who wouldn't come when whistled for, but Mom wasn't going to budge until we found him. Finally, she saw him laying with his head in the corner, very still. Oh, let me tell you, I thought the ride was going to be cancelled right then and there. She walked over, looked at him sadly, and cried, "Oh, Cap!"

That's when the old boy sat straight up and yelped, "Who? Where? What cat?"

I guess that sunny spot was too much to resist, and he just dropped right there facing the corner for a snooze, totally oblivious to what was going on around him. Mom was relieved that he was alright, but then upset that he gave her such a scare. I do believe Mom's "favorite" got demoted a notch or two that day. hee hee

We all got a lot of huggin' and lovin', even a bath and fur-fluffin' that day. Mom says the only thing wrong with dogs is that they don't live forever. Other than that, we're perfect. She kept that thought in mind until Sunday morning.

That's when she spied Cap sprawled in the same corner, same position. The only sign he was alive was one back leg was kicking a little in his sleep. Sweet dreams, Cap-aroo!

~Tell