Tonawanda News — I have bad knees. I have been told to blame my grandmother. I have also been told to blame her for my love of animals. Today, we celebrate the 100th Critter Companions column.
I would love to give you 100 reasons on why I write this column or 100 ways to be the best pet caregiver, or even 100 best pet treat recipes. Sadly, however, editors put word and space limits on columns. By the time it would take me to explain that it was the 100th article and what I was doing,
I would be down to five or six words per item and that seemed difficult. So instead I will give you just a few.
Last night, my cat Julian finally decided to sleep on my legs. It is something I’ve wanted for a long time, even though I have a bad knee and it gets stiff after just a little bit. I wanted him to voluntarily snuggle with me since the day when I first brought the soft, affectionate kitten home. The dilemma was that I had to turn the night light out and yet I didn’t want to disturb Julian. I reached my arm as far as I could towards the night stand and then crawled my fingers up the side of the light. I tilted the lamp down so I could shut it off without moving my stiff knees and legs, as to not disturb the cat.
I remember growing up reading a story about the Islamic prophet Muhammad’s favorite cat.
Muhammad woke up one day to the sounds of the daily call to prayer. He was getting ready and started laying out the clothes he was going to dress himself with. He soon saw that his cat Muezza was sleeping on the sleeve of his prayer robe. Rather than waking her, he cut the sleeve off, leaving the cat undisturbed.