Lily the Dog

Ok, on the outside Lily looks like a cat.  She’s a great big calico cat.  Or is she?

Lily is the only cat I’ve ever met who will come when called.  We have a really big field out behind our house and Lily likes to hunt there.  It doesn’t matter how far away she is, if I call out her name, she comes.  Not only does she come, she runs, just like a dog.

I thought Lily’s dog-like behavior was limited to that, but she showed another dog-like trait while out in the field.  My husband and I would take our real dogs through the field on leashes for training.  Off we’d go, walking through the field, each of us would have a dog, and Lily would follow us all.  She was the caboose to our little canine train.

I mentioned that Lily liked to hunt.  She is an amazing huntress when it comes to mice, moles, and voles.  All those little rodenty things were Lily’s prey.  For a while, she would bring mice in the house in various stages between life and death.  I am one who would not hurt a fly.  It really bothered me to see these little creatures suffer.  It really bothered Bill when Lily brought a dead mouse in and plunked it in the bed.  Now it would have been bad enough if she did this while we were awake, but since we were asleep, Bill didn’t find the offending mouse till he rolled over onto it.  I’ve never seen him get out of bed so quickly in my life!  I think there might have been screaming involved, but he’d say it was just yelling.

Lily was always bringing us presents, but she realized that we always took them away from her.  What fun was that?  I swear she wanted to play fetch with them.  So then she discovered what I called her “killing field.”  She figured out that if she took the mouse to the bathtub and let it loose there, it couldn’t escape and she could torment it to her heart’s content.  This was the answer!  No more trying to make those stupid humans play fetch, they never did learn how to do it!

If one needs proof that Lily is a dog, I will tell you about Margot.  Margot was a little Berger des Pyrenees herding dog that we lost a few months ago.  Now, what does this have to do with Lily being a dog?  Margot used to hump Lily.  I know it’s a power play, but the weird thing is that she never tried to hump any other animal in the house.  Margot was obviously gay and thought Lily was a dog.  Who needs more proof than that!?