It's 8:52 AM on a Tuesday morning. A thick, wicked sky brews a summer storm and knocks out our electricity.
Sweet Miss Lucy is on my lap, trembling. With anxious eyes she begs me to make it STOP. Convinced writing is distracting me, she rests her chin on my wrist and licks the back of my hand.
Mylo - my fearless, agile hunter - has abandoned his guard post at the foot of the bed for a dark corner under the bed. His eyes are shut tight, his head bowed low. He is panting heavily and with his front paws together, looks as though he is praying for a rainbow.
Kittay is pacing the hallway - back and forth, back and forth - flipping her tail, meowing, meowing. Moments later, perfectly timed with a crack of thunder, she coughs up a hairball and then looks my way as if to say Clean It UP!
In addition to violent storms, Miss Lucy is afraid of the wind - the way it whips the curtains and bends the plants that line our deck.
Kittay is afraid of the birds. They swoop and dive bomb her - forcing her to take cover in the shade of thick brush until the air is still. But together, Kittay, Miss Lucy, Mylo and I walk freely. As a team, we are a powerful force.
Mylo worries he'll disappoint. A rescue dog, hoboing the highways of Georgia with three similar looking strays, he was the last to be caught and the last to find a home. It is clear to us that they saved the best for last.
These are my compassionate, comical, loyal, low maintenance, friends.
They are great listeners and instant mood elevators. They encourage me to exercise and encourage others to stop and socialize.
They find me fascinating and follow me everywhere.
They are not afraid of my tears.
In return all they ask for is love - lots and lots of LOVE. And treats. They love treats. And food. Wet food. And some of your food.
And on mornings such as this...a rainbow.
My low maintenance friends:
Kittay aka Miss Phoebe
Miss Lucy aka Goosy, Lucy Goosy, Gooseball
Mylo aka Mr. Mylo aka Pete