This time I thought I would try my debonair, cool, George Clooney walk.
But Hershey and Creamy were not fooled.
They knew something was up and scattered throughout the house.
They could sense they were about to be snatched.
After several attempts, we cornered them and grabbed them.
And into the cat cage they went.
It was time for their Vet check up.
Creamy was quiet as usual but Hershey continued to meow as we drove to the Vet.
They were not happy.
While I sat in the waiting room with a dog, a cat and two humans I noticed a book on the table.
It was the title that caught my attention – Happiness is ….
I flicked through the pages and looked at the various photographs of people and animals. And read the captions of what happiness meant to the people in the book.
I thought of what happiness meant to me.
And it has the same meaning for Hershey and Creamy – as demonstrated when they got back from the Vets and scooted out of their cage.
A sense of freedom.
Footnote: I think I’ll give up on that George Clooney walk.