by Dave Williams
Cora won’t sit still for a selfie. She’s whining insistently as she does every day. God only knows why. It sounds like whining to me, anyway. It’s probably just how she talks. She talks a lot.
After CarolAnn goes off to work my mornings in the early days of retirement feel a bit like I’m running a preschool. Besides the cat, there are my other two girls, Amelia and Cricket II, our precious Yorkies. Precious, they are, but Yorkies are yappers.
Whining and yapping: It’s another noisy, busy morning here at Dave’s Daycare.
Amelia has a bed on a footstool next to me. She can see out the window from there, but her view is limited. A little while ago her ears perked up and she jumped to the back of my chair to get a better view of whatever had caught her attention. She started barking. Cricket, lying on the floor next to Mommy’s chair, started yapping just because her big sister was, though both settled down quickly.
Cricket and I never figured it out. Amelia probably just saw a bird or a squirrel.
Spring comes early to North Texas. A mockingbird is singing its entire repertoire. It’s the state bird and I love its joyous medley.
Amelia is scared by thunder. This morning in the dark she had to join Mom in bed for comfort but she’s next to me and quiet now.
The rain has just ended. The skies are clearing and the mockingbird sings to us.
The dogs want out. Excuse me while I play doorman and follow them.