Carlos Is Back
Our home is often a sanctuary for the pets of family and friends. Naturally, we attempt to match up the visiting guests to be compatible with our personal doggies. However, at times we have ventured out of our comfort zone, introduced natural enemies, and enjoyed humorous results.
One Sunday evening we received an emergency call from our eldest grandson. He had recently moved to Colorado Springs and faced an emergency situation. He had moved to Colorado at the same time the wild fires were consuming homes and forests this summer. He needed a safe habitat for his Maine Coon cat, Carlos. All the animal shelters were full and Carlos was ill from the smoke.
Plans were made to meet our grandson halfway between Tulsa and Colorado Springs. We traveled with Barkleah, our Toy Fox Terrier, and made the drop sight within five hours. Carlos was gingerly placed in my arms and we turned the car around and headed for home.
Barkleah, nestled in my lap, looked up, gave Carlos a deep threatening growl as if to say, “This is my Mommy—you find another lap.” Carlos, a sweet, laid-back kitty, meowed as if he understood and settled down on the side of my seat and fell asleep. An hour later, Carlos climbed up on my shoulders, wrapped himself around my neck, and fell asleep. He rode there the rest of our travels—what a long tiring trip.
Once home, we held our breath as Carlos and Barkleah staked out their territory. Barkleah weighed only one-half pound less than Carlos. But Senior Carlos appeared much larger. His full face, long thick fur, and huge paws gave him a powerful presence. The two ignored each other for the rest of the day.
That evening, Carlos slept on the bench in our bedroom and Barkleah remained captain of the king-sized bed. The next morning, Barkleah and Carlos discovered that they both loved to play with little jingly cat balls. Barkleah, not one to share, raced and grabbed every ball Carlos chased and hid it under the bed in our master bedroom. Not to be out done, Carlos attacked the squeaky mouse and tugged on the tail. Naturally, Barklean intervened. Soon the mouse had been hidden under the couch.
Carlos, finally ready for a challenge, stood nose to nose with Barkleah and the two jumped around in a circle, never breaking their eye contact. Once they had completed a full circle, Carlos placed his huge paws on Barkleah’s shoulders and rose up on his back feet. Barkleah responded in kind. They fought like two sumo wrestlers. We watched in amazement. Barkleah had a new friend.
Carlos gave us a few moments of concern during his stay. He loved to sleep in hideaway places and if you called him, he remained silent. If a closet or cupboard door was left open, he soon found a place to sleep. His powerful back legs allow him to jump onto a shelf and disappear.
What a gift Carlos gave us with his sweet purrs, his loving meows, and his playful nature. He has returned home to live with his beloved owner. We miss him a great deal. Maybe he will come for a visit for Christmas.