Right around the four-month mark, I began to think of my male peep as something different. I’d bonded with this guy. He let me lay on his chest when he reclined in his chair, and I’d put my paws up toward his neck and then dart my face forward to give him little licks and kisses. It made him laugh.
Female peep was the one who was around most of the day. She was the one who fed me, let me in and out, and gave me treats at night when I went to bed. But who did I run to for loving?
FEMALE PEEP: “Daddy’s home, Charlie Bear!”
She didn’t have to tell me, I always heard his truck way before she did. I scurried to the hallway to await his arrival and squirmed and squealed with pleasure. And when he came in the door I exuberantly jumped up and down to show him how much I missed him. Female peep had one thing right. I didn’t think of this man as “male peep” anymore. He was Daddy now. And he was mine.
FEMALE PEEP to MALE PEEP: “He sure does love you. Look at how crazy he gets when you get up in the morning, or when you come home at night. You’re definitely his Poppa.”
You could call him that. Daddy. Poppa. Either is fine. He loves me and I love him.
One night female peep sat on the sofa across from Daddy’s recliner. They were watching something on TV when I jumped up on the couch, padded over next to her, laid down and stretched out my body tightly at her side. Her voice got all mushy.
FEMALE PEEP: “Look at him. That’s what Red used to do every night.”
I figured out Red was the Marmalade cat they had right before they got me. He was a real old codger and he’d been diabetic for five years. At 15 ½ they had to let him go over The Rainbow Bridge. Now here I was snuggled up to her like he always did. A few days later I walked into her office. She was at the computer typing away. I sat down at the side of her chair, looked up with my sweet-tease eyes, and wagged my tail. She picked me up, held me on her lap, then put her arms around me and continued typing.
That’s when I knew. I was in like Flynn.
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