huh, I've never read that poem. Obviously, it resonates with cat fans everywhere.
my Old Dog always loved to hang around my feet, but he was sensible enough to stay at least a good 6 inches away, and would skitter away if one of us said briskly: "coming through!"
However, now that he is Very Old and Blind, all common sense has also deserted him, although not, apparently, the desire to be underfoot. The Spouse and I joke that he is Psychic, because, no matter if he was all the way across the room 15 seconds ago, when you are ready to walk somewhere, there he is, right underfoot just in time to trip you. Doubly so if you are carrying something and can't see him, or are at the top of the stairs, or carrying something hot, or sharp (or otherwise dangerous). He's just talented that way....
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my Old Dog always loved to hang around my feet, but he was sensible enough to stay at least a good 6 inches away, and would skitter away if one of us said briskly: "coming through!"
However, now that he is Very Old and Blind, all common sense has also deserted him, although not, apparently, the desire to be underfoot. The Spouse and I joke that he is Psychic, because, no matter if he was all the way across the room 15 seconds ago, when you are ready to walk somewhere, there he is, right underfoot just in time to trip you. Doubly so if you are carrying something and can't see him, or are at the top of the stairs, or carrying something hot, or sharp (or otherwise dangerous). He's just talented that way....