100 Word Challenge: Divine

This week, I am the pet whisperer. Not really, but I am pet sitting for two friends.

One, a little, wiry terrier-ish dog belonging to my next door neighbor, and the other, my beach buddy’s ragdoll cat.

The two, aside from being separate species, are totally different.

Dixie is a jittery thing. Sometimes, when her person is outside working in her yard, Dixie will be playing outside too. Her person has a line tied between two trees, and Dixie has pretty much the run of the whole yard.

If I’m outside, I’ll chat with Neighbor Lady and play with Dixie. She seems happy to see me – Dixie, and the neighbor too, I guess – she even lets me scratch her ears – Dixie, not the neighbor.

On the occasion that I’m sitting next door, I’m lucky to catch a quick glimpse of Dixie. She might make an appearance when I first come in the front door, but most of the time she’s cowering under the guest room bed.

My other charge is Prince Charming. Truly, that’s the cat’s name. He was so named by my friend’s granddaughter. When he was a tiny kitten, my friend asked what she should call the cat. Her granddaughter said, “Prince Charming,” in a way that suggested the question was silly, as in “what else would his name be?” We usually just call him, P.C.

When I check in on P.C., I come into the house via the garage. To get to the main floor of my friend’s home, I have to climb a long and narrow staircase. P.C. will either meet me at the door at the foot of the stairs and ascend the stairs with me, or he’ll wait for me on the upper landing.

If he waits, once I reach the top, he flops over on his back so I can rub his belly. It must be pointed out that P.C. is an extremely fluffy cat. His hair alone accounts for 2/3rds of his weight. He’s beautiful, and he knows it.

Sometimes affectionate, sometimes aloof, P.C. metes out his attention like royal favors. There is no hiding, no timidness. He rules his domain with a furry foot.

The two critters are complete contrasts. The one scared and intimidated, the other confident and commanding.

They remind me of a joke I heard years ago:

“A dog thinks, ‘you feed me, take care of me, you love me, you must be God.’ A cat thinks, ‘you feed me, take care of me, you love me, I must be God’.”

This week’s word is:

Divine

Using “divine” for inspiration, write 100 Words – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow wordsters.