Monday, November 10, 2014

Thirty Days of Mr. Rogers ... Day Ten

Mr. Rogers said, "My own friend and companion, when I was little and didn't yet have a sister, was Mitzi, a brown, wire-haired mongrel.  We played and had long 'conversations' during which she heard many of my secrets and shared my joys and sadnesses.  We ran in the fields and huddled together through thunderstorms.

Ruby is almost always nearby ... her favorite place to be is with her people.

"I gave a great deal of myself to Mitzi, and she faithfully reflected that self back to me, helping me learn more about who I was and, in those early days, what I was feeling.  When she died, she went on teaching me -- about loss and grief ... and about the renewal of hope and joy."

Our grandson stayed with us over the weekend.

Me:  When I was nine, we got a cat ... a Siamese cat that my mother named Willie.  Until that time, I was too allergic to cats for my parents to even think about having one.  I could have limited contact with Willie, as long as I didn't put him anywhere near my face, washed my hands a LOT, and never, ever, touched my eyes.  When Willie died of heart failure at the tender age of three or four, we got another Siamese cat ... Wendy.  Wendy was tiny, generally weighing in just under six pounds, but she was fierce.  Loving to those that she considered family, she would threaten and bite anyone else.  (Her bad behavior at the vet's office was legendary.)  She lived to be 19 ... everyone in our family and all of our friends at the time have stories of specific instances about how Wendy ruled the household with her iron, velvet paws (and teeth!)

My children never had a day of their lives here without either a cat or a dog in the family.  My husband grew up without pets, but he quickly adapted to my need for them and it didn't take long for him to become almost as much of an animal lover as I am.  Pets teach so much ... they give us someone play with, to talk to, to share our secrets, to cry with, and so much more.  

Believe it or not, I am still allergic to cats to a degree.  I still have to be careful about washing my hands after handling any of the cats, and I try to never touch my eyes.  It's a small price to pay for the love and companionship that my critters give to me every day.

During the month of November, I plan to share wisdom from Mr. Rogers with you each day (from the book "The World According to Mr. Rogers") ... Mr. Rogers's words accompanied by everyday images from life here at Hartwood Manor ... this place that I am blessed to call HOME.


  1. I say the last 4/5 years is the only time in my life i have not had a dog. Hubs came up with asthma several years ago and one of his triggers is dogs and horses and and and.... sigh....But he loves them so that its really sad he can't have one. We have had two black cats though..Shadow who has since passed away and for the last 6 years Jinx. Once in a blue moon Jinx will get to him and his eyes will water and such and he has to go wash his hands and face. But pretty much he tolerates Jinx well.

    My mom hated cats but i was always around dogs growing up. My best friend in the whole world was Sheba a german shephard who was often my shoulder to cry on and my constant companion exploring the countryside.

  2. Makes me miss my sweet babies even more! Now that my kids are grown and gone and I hardly ever see them, would be the ideal time to have another one, but hubby doesn't think it's a good idea, thinks another dog might outlive us and become the responsibility of someone else. *sigh He might be right, since our last one was 17 years and 4 months when she passed. *sigh again

  3. I love my pets! Even if this last cat-from-h*** has caused more destruction to my home than the last 3 pets put together. Sigh. lol

  4. Oh- I so miss having a pet. We ended up being basically cat people but after my last kitty died I have just not had the heart to get another. Plus, with traveling more it would just not be fair to a pet. xo Diana

  5. I miss our babies daily and the house feels lonely much of the time.
    There's no one to greet us coming in the door~or to cop an attitude when packing a suitcase. No one hogging the bed~or crashing in on bathroom time. No one trying to lay across the warm laptop~or the car's dash with an paw over my hand on the steering wheel driving to and from Phoenix, and prancing all over the car recognizing we're "home" or nearing Grandma's house.
    Pets are truly God's gift. I miss them dearly. :' (

  6. The writings of Mr. Rogers continue to enthrall me. Today is the best of life's poetry.


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