This weekend’s edition of Readlarrypowell.com's long-running feature Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap spotlights one of each and one that is a challenge.
You’ve seen two of these in sleeping positions before but I’m fascinated by them and I love to share the beauty I find in each of them.
You probably have such a fascinating friend in your household, too.
Check your phone cam and count the pictures that accompany the “OH, HOW CUTE!” exclamation. [LARRY ASIDE: No reason to feel shame if you have more dog and cat photos than people photos. The kids and grandkids will understand.]
Here’s what we’ve got today. That opening photo is Porche Noel, the wander-up, starving, injured dog who chose our house to stop her journey. That’s her nosing into her “bundling quilt.” She’s my constant companion, but aren’t they all when you have a home office? I included this photo of one of the nights I woke her after she nodded off while reading. Prefers to read on her Kindle because she can turn the page with her nose -- doesn’t have to lick a paw to reach up and turn a page.
She’s beautiful -- you know, for a free dog.
The second spotlighted animal is William Powell, the final front-porch feral boycat in our long-time battle to end the Feline Production Cycle on our block in Oak Cliff.
He’s adorable to me and Martha but he’s not a welcomed persona to the other cats. Still too much territorial instinct in the young man for him to live with other cats. We’re working on it. He’s OK with Porche, of course, but, then, who isn’t?
Still, isn’t William’s face incredibly artistic! Beautiful -- like a tiger, nearly.
Why is he photographed wide-awake like this? Because I’ve never seen him asleep. Never. I keep looking. He may be the most alert being on the planet -- more alert than a North Korean border guard when Kim Jong-un is taking a joyride along the 38th Parallel. That is one alert cat!
And here’s our Old Lady of the House, the most adorable puppy ever born in our neighborhood, Annie. Calamity, the dog at the top of our website, gave birth to Annie and her siblings under a storage shed down the block in 2004 -- yep, she’s 14 now.
She has a number of beds in the house. You see her stretched out in one photo and in the last one you see her one-eyed glare that says, “Get lost, paparazzo.” She speaks Italian and gets the single/plural noun system right, too. Hence, she snarled “Get lost, paparazzo,” then asked, “Posso avere un biscotto di pepita di cioccolato, per favore?” We might have shared.
[REMEMBER, DEAR READERS: Send photos of your slumbering dogs or cats or any sleeping beast -- in-laws included, if you want -- to email@example.com and we’ll post their pictures and stories in our internationally-read feature, Let Sleeping Dogs Lie & Napping Cats Nap. You’ll be helping people realize that their lives will improve if they have a calming, sleeping animal in their home. You’ll also help the cursed insomniacs of the planet realize that they, too, can get some sleep if they can just find the right bed and keep the paparrazi at bay with a glare or a snarl or a biscotto.]
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