Mother’s text message read, “Mozart caught a huge rat from the edge of the yard this morning. He wanted to munch it but I didn’t let him. Now he is a cat.”
I replied, “Not letting him eat the rat is a good decision. After all a rat is not his diet.”
Back in the pre-divorce days Mozart caught a bird from our tiny garden. With his mouth bulging, he ran to me. He was very pleased with his catch. I had to tell him firmly, “Mozart, drop the bird.” He obeyed and I ended up nursing the poor maya until it was ready to fly again. That earned Mozart a stern lecture about things he can play with and creatures he should leave alone. I emphasized the importance of being himself – a dog, not a cat.
Hours later I discovered death in my shoe rack. I was stunned: it was my favorite pair of Nine West. I was also proud: Mozart understood my lecture.