There seem to be a lot of cats in Queensborough. Since I love cats, this is all to the good. It’s rare to go out for a walk in the village without coming across at least one or two cats. This may not be surprising; I know of a few households in the general area that – well, let’s just say they have multiple cats. And you can’t leave all those cats indoors all day long. Not when there’s a quiet little village full of things for a cat to explore! And nearby wooded and wetland areas containing things that cats like to hunt.
Anyway, the walk that Raymond and I took yesterday was a bonanza for cat-spotting. First there were the three we came across lounging in the leaves and underbrush in an area where Queensborough’s Methodist Church once stood. Two of them were startled by us and dashed off, but the third one, a sweet thing with beautiful blue eyes, was very pleased to be picked up and rubbed. So that was an excellent start to the walk.
We spotted another cat watching the world go by at one end of town. But the absolute best was when we jumped in the car for a quick drive along Hunt Club Road. I asked Raymond to stop so I could take a photo of a vintage sign on a barn building, one naming the late Allan Sager, long ago the Sunday School superintendent at St. Andrew’s United Church, a great guy, and one of the subjects of posts here and here. While I was doing that, a regular parade of barn cats came out to say hello! And except for the scarred old tomcat who was feeling protective of his brood, the cats were so friendly and lovely. They swirled around and around my ankles as I tried to pet them and take their picture at the same time. I miss my Montreal cats madly whenever I visit the Manse, so this was sweet indeed.
But this being the countryside, there are also lots of dogs. I quite like dogs, as long as they belong to other people and I don’t have to take them for a walk in foul weather at the crack of dawn. And dogs tend to like me. Dogs like Raymond too, but the feeling isn’t quite as mutual. So when we’re out walking and go past a house that has multiple dogs that start barking, he gets uncomfortable. The dogs we saw and heard on our walk were all well-tied-up, so there were no worries on that front; but for my husband a bunch of dogs in full-throated bark is not a happy sound.
But it’s the country and people do have dogs – for hunting maybe, and for all I know there’s even dogsledding. (Lord knows there has to be something to explain all those dogs.) You have to go with the flow. And I think I know a way to get Raymond to come around and get a little more comfortable with the idea of dogs. It will come in the form of a beagle to be named Kip. And Kip will ride shotgun in Raymond’s red truck!
Raymond will love the idea. And he will love Kip. He just doesn’t know it yet.