With all the dog tales that come my way I need a feline fix every now and then. My cat army is just as large as my dog army; they’re just not as vocal. I personally have three cats and two dogs in my household, so I spread my love for my personal kids equally.

This week we helped two cats at God’s Creatures. Pansy, the 14-year-old black and white, was experiencing breathing problems and it was touch and go for a while. The last word I received is Pansy is back home and beginning to be her old self again. There’s not much else to tell about Pansy except for the fact that it warms my heart to know that with a little help one of my kids is back in a happy, healthy environment.

The other cat is being worked on as we speak and I can only pray for the same successful outcome. It seems Lil’ Bit is suffering from some sort of immune system deficiency. I have okayed some pretty extensive tests and hope the Lord sees fit to help the vets save this one.

Meanwhile we are busy taking care of our canine buddies. Cleo, a five-year-old Jack Russell, will be going up to see Dr. Allen at Upstate Veterinary next week to fix a severely damaged leg. Our boy Bruno who was slated to be with our American Legion soldier is off to one of my favorite rescues with an overnight with my dear friend, Kayla Parrish. Our soldier wound up with another little pup that worked out just fine.

I’m seeking a home for Brownie, a six-year-old chocolate Lab, but in the meantime I’ll see his needs are met. We’re also taking care of heartworm treatments for Syrup for Braveheart Animal care and tending to a festering wound for Lia, a sweet Rotty.

The cat versus dog argument has been going on forever and I must admit, cats don’t like riding in the car, playing fetch or Frisbee, walking on a leash and heaven forbid, playing at the beach. You see, dogs have become our companions in so many ways, thus there are far more tales to tell about them.

I gathered my three cats together and asked their opinion on my story and Carol spoke for Tony and Carmella.

“Dad, we love Charma (our Boxer) and Pablo (long-haired Chihuahua), only because you do, but as far as we’re concerned you can keep the rest of those dogs away from us.”

“Why is that?” I inquired.

“Really dad,” Tony chimed in, “Who else but humans would love an animal that doesn’t know how to keep itself clean and eats poop.”

“Touché,” I said laughing a I petted my felines and received purrs of gratitude.

In closing I’d like to dedicate this article to the memory of a dear friend, Barbara Childs.

“Good bye old friend, I’ll see you on the other side.”

Thanks for listening.