Sunday, April 29, 2007

My Best Friend Khali


Being a African village dog, I have never had a fondness for felines. That being said, I now confess to a relationship with my cat Khali. Though it is difficult to admit, I guess that I love her. Wow, who would have thought!

One fine San Diego afternoon, Khali arrived at my doorstep in a big brown box. Leading up to this extraordinary life changing event were several weeks of discord in my house on Maple Street. I am not so good with the language of humans but I can certainly sense strife. In several heated interactions between Al and Robert, I observed a battle of wills taking place. This alone is not unusual. Though real punches are never thrown, these two guys can really have a go at each other! I later learned that the basis of this negative interaction lay in the acquisition of a cat. There was a 'pro stance' from Robert and a 'con stance' from Al. Had I been asked, I would have sided with Al but I guess that Robert won the day, because Khali was 'signed, sealed and delivered'!

Anyway, while I admit my own bias toward the feline species, Khali was not without her own set of prejudices toward canines! There ensued several uncomfortable incidents with much hissing and spitting, and general chaos, but after awhile, all settled down, a demilitarized zone was established and a truce was eventually signed.

Our life together has been full of adventure and she has became another constant companion. She is a 'Scaredy Kat' though. In the mornings, she always holds back and lets me exit the back door first. This actually has more to do with her own personal safety rather than a deference to me, ensuring that whoever may be lurking outside, gets the dog first. Still, I do understand the situation and have come to enjoy being her protector. She is after all, my cat.

A picture is worth a thousand words and since I am a canine of few words, the following is a picture story of me and my cat:

This is me and my cat Khali standing at the back door on Maple Street. We had some great times there.

Khali when she was just a little kitty.
That was when she was a good cat and somewhat controllable.


Khali with a broken leg. She did get into some situations.

I felt really sorry for her but she 'milked' this accident for all it was worth.


She looks so innocent when she is sleeping. But do not let that fool you.


Enjoying a nap with Khali.

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