January 27, 2007


Meet the Flockers’ Pets (Daryl & Cindy): Timmy

We have had many cats, but Timmy is the best. He’s a about 3 1/2 years old. The best thing about Timmy is his ability to very obviously relax: it’s inspiring. Other good things: he loves for the kids to cover him up with grass clippings, leaves, paper–anything loose at hand. The kids all call it “making Timmy salad,” and his feelings actually get hurt if I am pulling weeds and fail to heap them on him (even when the kids aren’t around). He’s pretty good about keeping squirrels out of the garden, as I have noted in other posts–but often the desire to relax wins out over duty. He is know by all the neighbors as “the Mayor of Bryan Parkway.”

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Here he is waiting for more…

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And here he is relaxing again…

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posted by Daryl Scroggins in Meet the Flockers, animals, pets 

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5 Responses to “Meet the Flockers’ Pets (Daryl & Cindy): Timmy”

  1. Deron Bauman on January 27th, 2007 at 10:20 pm

    god, I love his look in photo two. I will channel that next time I am stressed or bummed.

  2. Daniel Lestarjette on January 27th, 2007 at 11:09 pm

    Awwww….just wook at that widdle poo poo…he’s so cute! I wanna pick him up and give him kisses! :-)

  3. Sheila Ryan on January 28th, 2007 at 8:15 am

    Daniel, speaking as a fellow lover of cats . . . I must urge you to restrain yourself!

    I too adore portrait #2, but if I were to meet Timmy without benefit of introduction, I would recall the rule quoted to me by Jon (the Cat Magnet) years ago when I think he feared I might say “kitty kitty kitty” to a large cat we met on a late-night walk:

    “The proper form of address on meeting a strange animal is, ‘Hello, Animal’.”

    Of course, in Timmy’s case, I would probably feel free enough to go with, “Hello, Timmy.”

  4. Cooper on January 28th, 2007 at 10:05 am

    I would have to admit that, when I address, sometimes with admonition, the neighborhood dogs which bark uproariously when anything moves (as, for example, an old man on his walk), I am quite likely to use the term pooch.

  5. Sheila Ryan on January 28th, 2007 at 10:17 am

    Oh, Cooper, I will (privately) have to share with you the tale of one of Jon’s and my visits to our (mutual) friends Allen and Jennifer. A night-time walk, barking devil dogs flying out of the darkness (their flight interrupted only by a chain-link fence), “words” exchanged with the devil dogs’ owner.

    Jon can be quite savage when aroused. At no time, however, did he utter the word pooch.