Verity is a pet-loving place. Not only do we have branches that allow dogs (and birds even) to come visit, most of our staff have either a dog, cat or other fuzzy creature at home.
My family has two fuzzy creatures: a dog and a cat. Denali, a lab-pit-whoknowswhatelse mix, is my squggle-pup. In fact, I’ve had her longer than I’ve known my husband. She’s almost 9 years old now, but I think she’s in denial about her aging body. The graying lady can still muster the same energy she had as an adorable (but patience-trying)
puppy, playing with dogs a fraction of her age and kids of all sizes. When we go camping, she spends hours running up and down the stream bank, sniffing everything and making sure everyone is in their place. Of course, after playing hard one day, she spends the next couple lounging around the house and letting her joints recover.
Denali is also a bit neurotic. She loves to chase light. It doesn’t matter if it’s the sun reflection off a glass of water, a laser pointer, a car headlight hitting the wall at night, a camera flash — she will chase it, bark at it, stare at it, etc. And when the light disappears, she will stare at the spot on the wall or floor for several minutes, willing the “sparkles” (as well call them) to come back. But not only does she stare at sparkle (or the place the sparkle was), she tenses up every muscle in her body and shakes in anticipation. People who visit thinks she’s nuts. I think she’s a genius and that we should all do that type of muscle toning to keep in shape and stay trim like she is.
My cat, on the other hand, is one of the most stereotypical cats I’ve ever met. Pepper is a black and white long haired feline who is about five years old. She was born a stray in our friends’ barn, and after living with another friend for awhile, she came to stay with us forever. My son absolutely loves her and enjoys using her as a super soft and fuzzy pillow — Pepper does not enjoy this nearly as much as he does. But as long as she has a sunny spot to lay in, she’s a happy kitty. It doesn’t matter if she’s laying on the living room floor, on the back of the couch, or being jungle kitty in the front flower bed – she must be in the sunshine. And just like almost every other cat I’ve met, she thinks her food dish is empty if she can see the bottom (even if there is still a ton of food around the edges), she is a bit standoffish unless she wants you to pet her, she only tolerates Denali because she has to, and she wants to do what she wants when she wants it. The one thing I’ve always found strange about her though is that she has never used her claws to lash out at us or Denali. I swear she doesn’t realize they’re a potential defense weapon! Instead of hissing or swatting, instead she will cower and meow and give a look of “please make it stop now.” This has been great for my son, who, as I said, loves to lay on her.
What furry (or not furry) pets do you have? Are any of them neurotic like Denali, or are they calm like Pepper?
Hi, I’m Kira. I joined Verity in early 2012 after a seven-year stint as a newspaper reporter. While I never thought my career path would veer off in this direction, I am loving my time at Verity. I recently moved from being a member services representative at the Alderwood Branch to being the marketing coordinator for the credit union.
I’m originally from Texas, but I have lived all over the country and the world, including Boston, Massachusetts, Anchorage, Alaska and Sydney, Australia. But in all my travels, the Pacific Northwest is the only place that has felt like home.
When not at work, I am usually home with playing with my son, husband, dog and three cats. During the rare times I don’t have a to-do list to plow through (and it’s not raining too hard), I can be found digging in the vegetable garden, training for a half-marathon, or grilling in the backyard.