thunder under foot!

on the joys of watching a pet recover

Thuder-rumble-under-foot! Paws on maple paused the night.

Trevor?

Pounce he went from chair back to to dining table to countertop, all ears up, excited, alert.

You’re back are ya bud. Nice to see you glorious pushy bastard!

His head cocked, he let out a happy mew:

Look at me! I’m ready! Let’s play!

Oh what a happy boy - stalking back and forth all tail up, chest puffed - he wanted out.

Trevor felt better. His sister could tell. She hissing and swatting at him every time he passed. Instead? She approached, her tail hooked and eyes wide with curious excitement.

She started squanking, calling for play. The sound was not quite a meow nor a purr. Instead, she let out long rolling joyous yowling yelps.

They rumbled underfoot then on the back of the sofa, past our heads, room to room, across countertops and behind the beds.

It was a nice moment of respite.

There’s something really gratifying about watching a pet get better. He seemed so close one moment, then the next, it was as though nothing happen…