Musical animals

What people whose dogs I care for from time to time don't realize, is the slight challenge we face with having a cat of our own.

Our cat has special needs. Her troubled orphan kittenhood has left her skittish and distrustful of anything other than the two of us, even after almost eight years since her rescue from the alley. There are two things in her life, other than us, that she cherishes. One is sitting on the back of the living room couch and making those krrr--krr--krrr noises at the birds. The other is sitting with us at night and getting stroked by two pairs of hands while we watch a show. For the rest of the day, she buries herself in her basement bed and sleeps.

With two snortythings in the house, this routine has been disrupted. I would not dream of letting her and the pugs come face to face for fear of them losing an eye or two. So we do the next best thing which is musical animals and it goes like this:

set to the tune of the Hokey Pokey

You put the pugs on the porch
You hang a sheet on the door
You call the cat upstairs
and you watch a show or two

You shoo the cat back down
and you call the pugs in
That's what its all about

You let the pugs out to pee
and you call them back in
You herd them up to bed
and you close the bedroom door

You call the kitty up and
you rub her for a while
That's what it's all about

You wake up in the morn,
Check the cat's whereabouts
You close the kitchen door
and you let the pugs out

You let them right back in
and you start it all again
That's what it's all about

Exhausting.