M E M O R I E S
(From when I was a baby)
The other day when Mommie was
loudly "explaining" the right way to do something she said: All right Sonny, this is the way to do it properly.
Sonny? Who is Sonny? I know she was looking at me when she said it, so I guess I am Sonny, too. I wish she would get my name straight.
I have only one name for Mommie and that is Mommie. I am called Sparkles, kitty, Puffy Cat, and now Sonny. I am confused.
Note to Mommie: You should probably really call me It as I am no longer a he.
NAIL POLISH FRENZY
Last night Mommie was trying to polish her nails with this "trendy" greenish black polish. She says all the "girls" wear it. I hate to tell you this Mommie, but you aren’t a girl any more. I also
think that color belongs on a witch and I know you are not a witch.
I wanted some attention so I wound around Mommie’s legs. When she tried to push me away, she got cat hair on her nails that weren’t dry yet and I got some nail polish on
me. When she tried to get the hair out of her nail polish, she decided to get polish remover and start over. Mommie didn’t think about the polish in my hair.
I tried to wash it off, but it was already dry and impossible to wash off with my tongue.
Pretty soon I jumped up on the coffee table and strutted right in front of Mommie so she would notice the nail polish. Mommie tried to grab the nail polish before I toppled it over. Too late. Nail polish went all over the newspaper Mommie had put down to keep
the coffee table from getting polish on it. The nail polish remover spilled too.
She looked at me and saw the nail polish. She said: "it looks better on you than it does on me". That is when she gave up the whole project and decided to keep
her nails "au natural". Then she took what little polish remover was still left in the bottle and got the polish out of my hair.
I love Mommie.