The computer is on, and everyone is cleaning up my latest masterful creation in the basement, so I have taken matters into my own paws, if you will, to give my story.
I have lived with this family for nine years now. I was a little kitten when I saw a little girl with a bright green pack walking down the street to the big yellow caterpillar. I chased her backpack straps, and I caught them!
She got into the big yellow caterpillar, and I followed her "Mom" back to her house. They had a nice porch with a big chair and cushion on it, so I made myself at home. My Mom had lived in the woods by the place where the big yellow caterpillar came. I lived there with my brothers and sisters. Mom had been hit by a car the night before, and we were all out looking for a safe place to live and get food and water.
Eventually, "Mom" brought out food and water for me. She let me into the house. She put pictures of me up all over the neighborhood. I was taken to an office where I was wrapped up in a towel, and had a couple of sharp sticks poked at me.
But, through it all, I loved that little girl with the bright green backpack with the long dangly straps. I'll call her Missy.
Missy has grown up now. She no longer carries a bright green backpack, and the straps no longer dangle on the ground when she walks. I heard that she was in something called "Kindergarten" when I adopted her, and now she is going into something called "High School".
I've taught Missy well over the years. I've taught her to pet me when I meow. I used to sleep at the end of her bed, but now - her feet keep hitting me in the middle of the night. I try to lick her toes to keep her from hitting me, but does she move her feet? No! She kicks me! I've taught her not to leave the lid on her fish tank open, and last night, I reminded her why she should not leave a ball of yarn down on the floor.
Recently, my family brought home another cat. Her name is Luna. Luna thought that she could have possession of Missy's feet, too. She was wrong. Luna and I have been having battles over posession of Missy's feet at 2 in the morning. I win the battles, and possession of Missy's feet. Unfortunately, Missy wakes up when we fight, and throws us both out of her room and closes the door so we can't get back in. It's not fair! I win those fights fair and square, and what reward to I get? I get tossed out into the cold, dark hallway in the middle of the night!
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I must go now. I hear Missy coming back upstairs.
Until next time,
Tiger
This post originally appeared in my now defunct "Mom's View" blog. I moved it to this blog at the request of my kids, who wanted to have all of the various posts that accompanied their high school years in one place. I've matched the publication dates here to their original post date. If you're reading these posts, I sincerely thank you for taking the time to go back through them all!
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