In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Menagerie.”
One cat, two chickens, and a multitude of wild birds make up the Menagerie around here. Though the multitude of birds which feast at feeders I continually fill are not ‘pets’ I feel it is my responsibility to provide them with fresh water and food. They provide enjoyable hours of entertainment but sadness when I find that some predator has had a snack. My flock of chickens began with eight, which have dwindled to two, the six being taken one by one from unknown chicken problems. Tears trickled down my face as I buried each one, marking their grave with a large stone but thankful they were not picked off by a hawk, fox or coyote.
At this moment in time, my one inside pet is a cat I did not want, especially soon after bidding farewell to a unique cat named Austin who would bring us gifts of leaves collected by him in the woods near our house. MeatBall who is now an elderly cat, named by my son quite simply because he (son) was eating spaghetti and meatballs while thinking of what name to give him. Meatball, sometimes referred to as ‘Ball of Meat’ by my brother, also on occasion is known as, Meats, Meat Head, or Meaty. He wakes us in the morning by pulling the covers off, greets us at the door when we come home from being away, will perch himself on the back of my desk chair while I work, waiting patiently for me to give him the attention he desires and his favorite place to sleep at night is in the crook of my knees. I know the day will come when once again I must bid farewell to a beloved pet, but for today, I will just love him.