Ours has made at least two invaluable contributions.
He sits outside the shower door and makes running commentary on our showers. My husband is sure that without his sage advice we would have died of some sort of dirt buildup years ago.
I am convinced that without his assistance while we’re on the toilet (he HAS to be in the bathroom and talks continuously while you’re on the throne) we would have been unable to figure out proper waste elimination procedures and would have exploded before now.
What about you? What ways have your pets saved your lives over the years?
My cat, Cassandra, comes with me when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. You know, in case the boogie man is in the hallway. See, her strategy is, she’ll wrap herself around my legs and trip me when the boogie man is about to strike, thus forcing me to evade him. She is quite the little night watchman, always looking out for me.
Our cats have dealt with my constant, dangerous tossing and turning in bed by pinning me in place every night, one on each side, no matter how hot it is. They, or rather she(Pixel) have also made sure that I do not fall into the Deadly Sin of Sloth, by insuring that I am wide-awake and active by 4:45am each day.
Chloe has as her goal in life to make sure I don’t lay abed after a certain hour of the morning. She wakes me up to make sure I go to the bathroom, and then plants herself in my spot on the bed so that I am not tempted to oversleep and miss work by crawling back into bed.
Since my company enacted a black and white dress code, Angel has made good on her mission to ensure that all my pants are black AND white, not just black.
Muffin (my first cat, not the above poster) made sure I was never protein-deprived by supplying our kitchen with a steady stream of headless bunnies, headless birds and the tasty internal organs of mice.
My cat Max is currently ensuring that I do not overeat by climbing into my chair whenever I get up from the table. If I try to sit back down he explains to me that I have eaten enough and should go and exercise. Then he falls asleep, and will not be moved.
Mick, our doorstop kitty, is a lap cat. No big deal, you say? Well, it is for me. Most of his 18 pounds rests on my left thigh, which still aches three years after hip surgery. He’s better than a heating pad, without any impact on the electric bill.
My cat Harley, who passed away Sunday from FIV after 10 years, benefitted me by forcing me to remain gainfully employed to pay for his very expensive special diet and regular vet visits. Also, by letting me hug him and kiss him whenever I wanted without complaint, for as long as I wanted. Best kitty ever.
Spade has developed the catch-and-release mouse program, thereby eliminating the nuisance of having to constantly replace the mouse population for her.
PJ wakes my wife up everyday a half hour earlier than the last. (He knows better than to bother me.)
My guy makes sure I’m not late for work by thoughtfully piling my socks, bra, and underwear at the foot of the bed so I can get dressed promptly upon waking.
He also sleeps with me more often than anyone else has (platonic I swear) so he keeps me from being too lonely.
Parker, my formally dressed tuxedo cat-terrorist, has enlightened me as to how short shoelaces can be and still tie.
He has also made me reconsider my feet, as he is so obsessed with them that I have come to the realization that they must be special.
I have questioned my food choices on occasion because he will not eat anything I eat, unless it’s ice-cream. But he inspects it and then looks at me like, “You’re really going to eat that disgusting odiferous crap?” Hmmm. Perhaps I shouldn’t.
And I no longer see sleeping cats as sleeping. I see them as “charging.”
My Siamese girl, Sapphire, chaperones me in the bathroom. She makes sure that I don’t grow into the toilet seat, and she also is careful that I don’t spend all my time in the shower. She selflessly makes sure that I don’t overeat (by demanding her share of my food).
Shadow (don’t look at me like that, he was already named when I got him) showers everyone with love. Just don’t try to pick him up.
Charlie the kitten makes sure that no threat goes unattacked. He has saved us from numerous milk jug rings, plastic straws, and evil toes. He is teaching my husband about Sharing. That is, he eats with my husband, out of my husband’s plate or bowl. I’m gonna have to start hitting my husband over the head about this.
Ophelia makes sure I don’t miss out on a single minute of the day by waking me up at 4am to play.
She also makes sure I never forget where the kitchen is as I get escorted down the stairs and into that room every morning, just so I don’t forget where her food is.
Shadow has taught me that there is nothing in life that can’t be improved with a long sleep. And he shows his concern for my diet by bringing me extra rations from the garden. Usually birds. Usually dead.
Mine makes sure that I know it’s roughly 6:20 am. Especially if I have to get up at 6:30 am. Y’know, just to let me know that the alarm will be going off soon.
Bruno and Lloyd wake me several times a night, in case I’m having a nightmare. They also exercise the dog. Both provide daily kitty hugs, without which I cannot function.
My cat, Mouse, spends a large part of his day warning me to be careful when using the stairs. He lays on the top step as if to say, “See how easy it would be to trip over something?”
He also keeps me from starving, rarely failing to remind me that the metal cylinder I’m opening might contain food.
