ANIMAL OBSESSION . . . . crazy?
I seem to have a thing for animals. All animals.
After I’d written three novels a friend commented on the animals that I slipped into my novels. I really hadn’t realized that I used animals a lot with my characters. Not THAT much. Just a little. I mean not crazy psycho or anything.
Let’s see: A black dog named Zapa and a white dog named Bo, an orange and green parrot, a monkey, a cool rabbit, a fish named Buddy, Monarch butterflies, a very nice duck, a cat named Sam, another cat with no name, four white homing pigeons and that might not be all. I can’t remember really because they are secondary or barely mentioned but always seem to be there. Really! Hmmm.
Then I started thinking about the furniture I used to paint. Mostly I painted lots of leaves, ivy and flowers but there were little mice and butterflies and birds and bunnies back then. Lots of them, you could say dozens of bunnies. All right, I was a bunny/bird painting fool.
Then I started thinking about the watercolors I paint, and yep, the birds are there too. If there is no bird you can bet there will be a nest with eggs.
I can’t remember a time in the past 40 years that I have not had a pet. How does anyone live without a pet? I couldn’t sleep in big fat Izzi was not crawling all over my pillow and head. I would be too comfortable if Sam was to move from the foot of the bed and I could actually straighten out my legs. I would probably never waken if they both didn’t sail off their six- foot tower and slam down on my stomach every morning. So cute!
I haul bags of corn and birdseed home from Wal-Mart so the squirrels and chipmunks have plenty of grub and the birds have seed. The chipmunks destroy the yard and the birds poop all over my car. It’s great!
I’m not sure what makes people like me. I know you are out there though, just exactly like me. It doesn’t run in families or anything because my kids think I’m really odd.
It has occurred to me over the years that there might be a couple of loose screws in my cranium. Oh, I don’t mean that people that love animals are nuts. But maybe, just maybe it’s because I’ve never been that comfortable around people. Oh, geeze I just admitted that on paper. Well it’s true. Always very shy, I rarely had any dates when I was young, and being around groups of people was a scary prospect for me. Now of course that I’m pretty old I really don’t give a crap what people think of me but I’m still more comfortable with my animals.
I don’t know, seems normal to me. :)