If you refer to your roomies as dogs,

it should be because they are canines. And my roomies are. One is a Boston Terrier; one, a Chihuahua; and one, a mix that I think includes some Corgi. They're great gals and good company. I also refer to them as my 'kids', just as I refer to the cats that live with my children as my 'grandcats'. That seems to annoy some people, but that's their problem. I know the difference between the pooches and kitties and my human offspring; I'm just having a good time.


Friends and family probably get tired of my frequent references to my kids, both human and otherwise. Well, my children are bright, beautiful, accomplished and pretty good folk; and the dogs and cats are quite amusing. As I've said before, I'm easily amused.





Funny how I was a true-blue cat lover, not a dog lover, until I became acquainted with dogs my daughter had taken in (as in, off the street, out of the shelter, away from harm--the woman's a social worker and therapist and seems to have a need to help, whether the helpee is two-legged or four-legged). The dogs and I grew fond of each other and developed serious relationships; thus, they ended up with me; these three are just the most recent.

Dogs are so devotional in their connection to their person; we should not believe we're as good as the dogs think we are. Cats, on the other hand, will deign to allow you to be in their presence, occasionally being friendly or affectionate; we should not think we're as undeserving as cats would have us think.

Dogs help us feel truly worthy of love and praise; cats keep us humble. Perhaps living with one cat and one dog would be more balanced; but I'll stick with my three furry friends right now.