HOW I MET MY REAL MOTHER
One day in March when I was at the park with Mommie, I ran across a stray momma cat who seemed to be looking for something or someone.
She seemed sad, so I, being the gentleman
that I am, went over to comfort her. She grabbed me and held on to me for dear life. She said her name was Tabby and she thought I was her long lost son. Tabby said she had two kittens about thirteen months ago. Tabby said she lived
on the street because her people parents were an old couple who couldn’t afford to keep her and her kittens any more.
The couple’s daughter, who lived on the other side of town, agreed to take Tabby but she didn’t want her kittens.
Tabby said the other kitten got sick and died pretty soon after he was born. The mean daughter took Tabby’s son – me – and unloaded me in the middle of the street in a quiet neighborhood.
Tabby didn’t know that the
Humane Society had found me and put me in the pound. She left the old couple’s daughter, who turned out to be mean. Tabby said she has been living on the street since then.
I stuck close to Tabby because, after talking to her,
I believe I am her son. Tabby said I smelled just like the son who was taken away from her. I didn’t know how to get the message to Mommie that I wanted Tabby to come home with us.
Luckily, my Mommie could see that Tabby really needed
a home. Even though she had five outdoor cats at home, she knew she had room for another house cat. She invited Tabby to live with us.
Mommie did check with the Humane Society and she put an ad in the local paper to see if Tabby belonged
to someone. She didn’t want Tabby to lose a “home” if she already had one.
I love both my Mommies.
PANTY HOSE TROUBLES
Every Thursday night Mommie washes out her panty
hose so she can wear them to church later. She uses the bathroom sink to plunge the hose into and out of the water with a little WoolLite. Then she rinses them in warm water.
Then she hangs them up on the shower top railing where she
thinks they are too high for me to get a grip on them. WRONG. It seems things are never too high for me. So last night I was playing in the bathroom and spied the panty hose on the railing. Mommie usually hangs them straight, but last
night one of the legs was lower than usual.
You guessed it! I couldn’t resist jumping higher to get that leg. It took a great deal of wrestling to get the entire pair down, but I got them down on the floor where I spent a happy half
hour twisting and turning them. They snagged real easy.
Mommie didn’t hear me playing for a while so she came into the bathroom. Boy, did I get a lecture – bad words and all. She stormed and ranted saying she had to go
to the store tomorrow so she could have a new pair to wear to church. I sneaked away with my tail between my legs (so to speak). I didn’t know they were that important.
When we went to bed Mommie petted me and said she forgave me.
It was apparently too tempting. I learned something from that experience: Don’t jump high and get things just because you can.