M E M O R I E S
(From when I was a baby)
MOMMIE’S GLASS EYES
Every morning when Mommie gets up she goes in the bathroom and does what
she calls, “putting my eyes in.” Then at night she takes them out again. Around the house she wears these big hunkie looking things in front of her eyes.
It gives me what Mommie calls “the willies” when she
does this. I try to imagine what that must be like. I am glad I have very good eye sight because I can’t believe I would ever do something like that – poking my eyes every morning and night. (Shiver, shiver)
It is not a pretty sight when
she drops one. She goes what I would call berserk. She rants and raves until she finds it. She has to put on the glasses she uses at night to look for them. You know those little glass eyes (contacts) are really tiny. Fortunately she has only done that twice
since I have been here. The first time she grabbed me and then looked me over to make sure I didn’t have it hidden on me somewhere. The second time she more or less ignored me because she thought she knew where they landed. They turned out to be at least
two feet away in the bath tub.
Mommie has two pair – one with green eyes and one with blue eyes. I like the green eyed Mommie.
I HATE KITES
Today when we were in the park, I was minding my own business
– well trying to. On the playground part I saw this boy with a toy that was flying in the air. Mommie pointed it out and said it was a kite. She also said – “watch what you are doing because the strings in a kite can get nasty.”
How did she know? After a while I couldn’t stand it any more and I just HAD to go see that kite up closer. The little boy hanging onto the kite wasn’t more than six years old. His hand holding the kite’s string was close enough to the
ground so that I could jump up and get the end of it.
Just as I was jumping the little boy panicked and let go of the kite. I was fortunate (?) enough to grab the end of the string and hang on. Pretty soon the wind let up and the kite started falling
to the ground. The closer to the ground it got, the more string was winding around my left front paw.
I was in a jam. The little boy stood shaking beside his daddy because he was afraid of me. I was shaking because the string was getting closer to my
neck. I did my best YOWLing and Mommie came running. She untangled me and began unknotting the kite string so the little boy could have his kite back
Mommie did her usual “I told you so” speech as she carried me back to the cat
mommie bench. It took at least five minutes for my heartbeat to get back to normal.