Well, I’m feeling pretty good today. Of course, I always do, so that’s not news, I guess. I was a little lonely on Monday, though. That morning, they put Miss Patchy in the box and took her away. I tried and tried to get her out before they left, but I couldn’t find the way to open the box. I was a little scared. She was scared, too. What if she didn’t come back? They said she would be back in the afternoon. I was sure hoping that it was so! Fortunately, she did come back later on when the sun was starting to go down. All she wanted to do was sleep, and she growled at me a little when I wanted to play with her. She didn’t eat anything for supper, and then Mom squirted something into her mouth and she went to sleep again. I think her mouth was hurting her.
I didn’t think I would miss Miss Patchy, because she is so old and boring, but sometimes she licks my face and grooms my fur. She talks to me and explains things to me – almost like a mother. I would have been very sorry if she hadn’t come back. We are getting to be very good friends. I hardly every miss my sisters or furry mother these days. Sometimes I can’t even remember what they look like. It’s almost as though I have always lived here with Miss Patchy and Mom and Dad.
I’m pretty much all grown up now, but I still love to play. Miss Patchy says she gets tired just watching me run around, but I need exercise. It wouldn’t hurt Miss Patchy to exercise, either. Mom says that she has gained a lot of weight, and Daddy calls her “Fatty Girl” sometimes. Mom has been giving us less food, but all Miss Patchy does is sleep and eat ( she eats most of my food, too), so she just gets fat.
On Tuesday morning, Miss Patchy was still pretty sleepy and cranky. She ate something, so I think she was feeling better. After eating, though, her mouth started to hurt again, so Mom and Dad held her down while she screamed and growled and hissed and Mom squirted that stuff in her mouth again. Mom said that it stressed everyone so much (especially Miss Patchy) that she wasn’t going to squirt the stuff in Miss Patchy’s mouth any more. That was okay, since Miss Patchy seemed to feel a lot better later on that day.
Yesterday, when Mom got up in the morning and went downstairs to feed us, Miss Patchy was running down the steps right beside me. She kept up with me! She has always very slowly walked down the steps since I have known her. Maybe she won’t be so mad when I leap over her now. Maybe she will play with me!
Miss Patchy says that the vet took some of her teeth away. They were hurting her anyway, so she doesn’t miss them very much. The vet must have given her some energy, too, because she is much more awake now. I can hardly wait to play with her. We can have lots of fun.
I have to go play now, so please excuse me.
Regards,
Mina
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Just We Two - My Name is Mina
It’s a little bit boring right now. I’ve been trying to play with Miss Patchy, but she got angry and growled and hissed at me and went back to sleep. All she does is sleep. I don’t think she feels very good. I’ve heard Mom and Dad talking about Miss Patchy going to the vet on Monday to have dental surgery. They are a little worried, but they want her to feel better and maybe have some more energy. I think that would be great! I would like it if she would play with me.
When I first met Mom, I was curled up in a cage with two of my sisters. We were sleeping at the time, but we were always ready to play. They took the three of us into a little room where Mom was sitting. My sisters went all over the place, but I kind of liked Mom and decided to climb up into her lap. It was a very nice lap, and I thought maybe she would be staying with us. That was not to be the case, though. They put me back with my sisters, but not for long. They then put me in a cardboard box with a few small holes in it and a handle. It was locked so I couldn’t get out. I was pretty scared, but Mom tried to comfort me. I cried a lot, but she kept scratching on the outside of the box and I was quiet while I tried to figure out what was making the noise. When Mom and I left the place where I had been living with my sisters, she walked for quite a little way and then we sat for a while. I heard a lot of noise outside the box, and it was scary.
Finally, a big noisy thing came along and stopped by us, hissing as it did so. Mom and I got into it and we rolled away. That was scary, too. Lots of strange people and smells. After a little while, we got off – Mom said it was called a bus – and did some more walking. Not too much later, we went inside a place. It smelled good, like other felines. It was still scary, though, because it did not smell like my sisters or my furry mom. Anyway, Mom gently took me out of the box and showed me to Miss Patchy. She introduced us, but Miss Patchy growled and hissed and did not seem to be happy to meet me. Mom said that I had to live in a separate room for a little while, so that Miss Patchy and I could get used to being in the same house. I found a place to hide, under the sofa bed. I was very small. Mom was upset and finally managed to get me out. She stuffed towels around the bottom of the sofa bed so I couldn’t get under there. I learned to move the towels from around the sofa bed not long after I moved in, but now I’m too big to fit under there.
In my room there was a furry bed with a little blanket, a litter pan and food and water dishes. All the comforts of home, except for my sisters. I missed them very much. My room had a cement floor and it was cold. Some of it was covered with a rug, and Mom brought in what she called a radiator to keep the room warm for me. Nonetheless, I began to cough and sneeze and my nose was running all the time. After a couple of days, Mom put me back in the box. I thought maybe I was going back to live with my sisters, but, instead, we walked to the vet. They did some nasty things to me and then we walked back home. Mom had some medicine that she had to give me, and she put stuff in our food, too. She also got a little thing (she called it a humidifier) that made the air a little wet. It made it a little easier for me to breathe.
When I got better, Mom let me go out into the house for a while every day, so Miss Patchy and I could get acquainted. She still was not very friendly to me, but she didn’t hurt me – she just stayed away from me.
It wasn’t long before I was able to go upstairs and I discovered THE BED! It was soft and warm when Mom and Dad were in it. I used to go under the covers and sleep between the two of them. Miss Patchy stayed out on top of the covers. Mom was always afraid that either she or Dad would roll over on me, but I was pretty quick to move if they did.
My new home came with lots of toys. Later, Miss Patchy told me that all the toys had belonged to her and Mr. Cherokee, but only Mr. Cherokee liked to play. He was no longer there, so the toys were now mine. There were lots of fun things, and I was constantly busy playing with them, except when I fell asleep, which was a lot. I kept dashing from one toy to another, trying to play with all of them, so none of them would feel left out. There was a ring with a ball inside, a stick with a string on it, and lots of little mice. There were other things, too, but those are my favorites.
Dad wasn’t home when I moved in, but he joined us a little later. I could tell that he liked me a lot, and he has since proved that to me. I love to help him on the computer and sit on his lap, or lie up on top of the computer desk. It is kind of high, so I can see everything from there. With Mom, I like to hug. I get up on her lap, reach up and put my arms around her neck. I then knead her neck and purr a lot. She loves it, but keeps telling me to be careful with my claws, because it hurts her. She never tells me to get down, though, so I think she likes it as much as I do.
Miss Patchy has taught me that I should sleep all day, like her, so I do that most of the time. I am then ready to play at night. When Mom and Dad get into bed and turn out the lights, I get up on the dresser and play with the chain that is hanging down the wall. It makes a really nice noise when it hits the wall. Unfortunately, Mom and Dad don’t appreciate it the way I do and make me leave the bedroom and then shut the door on me. Maybe some day I will be like Miss Patchy and sleep all day and all night. Sounds boring, though.
The temperatures seem much warmer these days, than when I moved in. Mom says it is summer now and it is very hot outside. Something fascinating is going on now in the house. Sometimes when we are in a room, I will feel a little breeze coming from above. When I look up, I see something turning around on the ceiling. I want so much to get up there to investigate, but so far have not discovered a way to do that. I have investigated most of the house, but a few things remain to be done. Hopefully, I will be able to do them before long.
Well, Miss Patchy is telling me that it is time to sleep some more, so I will go now.
Regards,
Mina
When I first met Mom, I was curled up in a cage with two of my sisters. We were sleeping at the time, but we were always ready to play. They took the three of us into a little room where Mom was sitting. My sisters went all over the place, but I kind of liked Mom and decided to climb up into her lap. It was a very nice lap, and I thought maybe she would be staying with us. That was not to be the case, though. They put me back with my sisters, but not for long. They then put me in a cardboard box with a few small holes in it and a handle. It was locked so I couldn’t get out. I was pretty scared, but Mom tried to comfort me. I cried a lot, but she kept scratching on the outside of the box and I was quiet while I tried to figure out what was making the noise. When Mom and I left the place where I had been living with my sisters, she walked for quite a little way and then we sat for a while. I heard a lot of noise outside the box, and it was scary.
Finally, a big noisy thing came along and stopped by us, hissing as it did so. Mom and I got into it and we rolled away. That was scary, too. Lots of strange people and smells. After a little while, we got off – Mom said it was called a bus – and did some more walking. Not too much later, we went inside a place. It smelled good, like other felines. It was still scary, though, because it did not smell like my sisters or my furry mom. Anyway, Mom gently took me out of the box and showed me to Miss Patchy. She introduced us, but Miss Patchy growled and hissed and did not seem to be happy to meet me. Mom said that I had to live in a separate room for a little while, so that Miss Patchy and I could get used to being in the same house. I found a place to hide, under the sofa bed. I was very small. Mom was upset and finally managed to get me out. She stuffed towels around the bottom of the sofa bed so I couldn’t get under there. I learned to move the towels from around the sofa bed not long after I moved in, but now I’m too big to fit under there.
In my room there was a furry bed with a little blanket, a litter pan and food and water dishes. All the comforts of home, except for my sisters. I missed them very much. My room had a cement floor and it was cold. Some of it was covered with a rug, and Mom brought in what she called a radiator to keep the room warm for me. Nonetheless, I began to cough and sneeze and my nose was running all the time. After a couple of days, Mom put me back in the box. I thought maybe I was going back to live with my sisters, but, instead, we walked to the vet. They did some nasty things to me and then we walked back home. Mom had some medicine that she had to give me, and she put stuff in our food, too. She also got a little thing (she called it a humidifier) that made the air a little wet. It made it a little easier for me to breathe.
When I got better, Mom let me go out into the house for a while every day, so Miss Patchy and I could get acquainted. She still was not very friendly to me, but she didn’t hurt me – she just stayed away from me.
It wasn’t long before I was able to go upstairs and I discovered THE BED! It was soft and warm when Mom and Dad were in it. I used to go under the covers and sleep between the two of them. Miss Patchy stayed out on top of the covers. Mom was always afraid that either she or Dad would roll over on me, but I was pretty quick to move if they did.
My new home came with lots of toys. Later, Miss Patchy told me that all the toys had belonged to her and Mr. Cherokee, but only Mr. Cherokee liked to play. He was no longer there, so the toys were now mine. There were lots of fun things, and I was constantly busy playing with them, except when I fell asleep, which was a lot. I kept dashing from one toy to another, trying to play with all of them, so none of them would feel left out. There was a ring with a ball inside, a stick with a string on it, and lots of little mice. There were other things, too, but those are my favorites.
Dad wasn’t home when I moved in, but he joined us a little later. I could tell that he liked me a lot, and he has since proved that to me. I love to help him on the computer and sit on his lap, or lie up on top of the computer desk. It is kind of high, so I can see everything from there. With Mom, I like to hug. I get up on her lap, reach up and put my arms around her neck. I then knead her neck and purr a lot. She loves it, but keeps telling me to be careful with my claws, because it hurts her. She never tells me to get down, though, so I think she likes it as much as I do.
Miss Patchy has taught me that I should sleep all day, like her, so I do that most of the time. I am then ready to play at night. When Mom and Dad get into bed and turn out the lights, I get up on the dresser and play with the chain that is hanging down the wall. It makes a really nice noise when it hits the wall. Unfortunately, Mom and Dad don’t appreciate it the way I do and make me leave the bedroom and then shut the door on me. Maybe some day I will be like Miss Patchy and sleep all day and all night. Sounds boring, though.
The temperatures seem much warmer these days, than when I moved in. Mom says it is summer now and it is very hot outside. Something fascinating is going on now in the house. Sometimes when we are in a room, I will feel a little breeze coming from above. When I look up, I see something turning around on the ceiling. I want so much to get up there to investigate, but so far have not discovered a way to do that. I have investigated most of the house, but a few things remain to be done. Hopefully, I will be able to do them before long.
Well, Miss Patchy is telling me that it is time to sleep some more, so I will go now.
Regards,
Mina
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Just We Two - OMG!!!
Where, oh where, was Cherokee! I looked high and I looked low. He was nowhere to be found. I kept thinking that at any time Mom would walk through the door carrying the box with Cherokee in it. I called out for him for a long time. Mom tried to comfort me, but it just wasn’t much use. My brother was missing and I was missing him! Look, Apache, look! Maybe you missed a place. He’s playing a cruel trick on you by hiding somewhere really hard to find. Cherokee! You can come out now. You win!
In my head I knew that he was dead. Mom kept telling me so. She said that she missed Cherokee maybe as much as I did. Dad did, too. My heart kept telling me that it couldn’t be true. The whole house was sad and quiet. I decided that maybe I could sleep away the sadness. I slept and I ate, nothing more. I didn’t even want to sit on Mom’s lap and be stroked. Mom was very concerned about me and she tried and tried to make me feel better, but nothing seemed to help. I just needed to have Cherokee back in my life, and, obviously, that just wasn’t going to happen. How I missed him so!
Somewhere during this time, Mom quit her second job and was able to spend afternoons and evenings with Dad and me. It was nice, but not like having Cherokee with me. No one to cuddle with on a cold night in the comfy chair.
One day, Mom and Dad went away in the car. When they came back, they had a box with something in it. My first hope was that Cherokee had come home at last. Unfortunately, it was not Cherokee. It was a black and white male feline, but not Cherokee. They introduced us briefly, but kept him in the other room much of the time. Mom and Dad seemed to really like him, but I hated him! It took Mom a couple of days to realize it, but I knew what was wrong with him right away. Right after he tripped over me the first time. I don’t even remember his name now, but there wouldn’t be any point to it anyway. He got around the house pretty well, but when he bumped into the cover of the litter box, Mom began to realize that he was totally blind. She and Dad saw that I hated him, so back he went into the box and out the door.
It was quiet and peaceful again. I slept more and began to eat a little less. I just couldn’t shake the ache in my heart.
One day, when Dad was gone for a business trip, Mom left the house for some time. When she came back, she was carrying a cardboard box with something squeaky in it. I wasn’t sure I cared what was in the box, but there was a little spark of curiosity. Mom opened the box and took out what was inside.
HORRORS!!! She bought me a baby! What on earth possessed her to do such a thing? The baby was kept in the guest room and had to go see the vet almost right away because she was sneezing and coughing and had a constantly runny nose. I figured that was the last I would see of her. Boy, was I wrong! (The only time ever) Mom told me that the baby was a female and after talking to Dad on the phone, she told me the baby’s name was Mina (pronounced MEE na). Since there was someone new in the house to keep Mom company, I began to cut my eating entirely. It was just too sad. I saw that Mina got different food from me. That was upsetting. Maybe she was getting something better. Mom tried to get me to eat a lot of different things, but I wasn’t having any. One day I looked up at her and told her I was hungry (I used sign language – licking my lips with an expectant expression on my face). She looked at me and said: “I have tried giving you everything I can think of. You won’t eat your dry food, you won’t eat your wet food, you won’t even eat tunafish! What more can I do?” I almost saw the light bulb go off over her head at that moment. She got the bag of Mina’s food out of the closet and put some in my dish. I was feeling pretty hungry by that time, and I actually ate some of it. It really wasn’t any better than my food, so I didn’t finish it all, but I decided that my food was pretty good and I began eating again.
Mina became the bane of my life for a while. I got so tired just watching her dash here and there and everywhere. Mom said we should have named her Flash. Mom tried to take pictures of Mina, but she moved so fast that mostly she got pictures of the floor. She was very tiny and her black and white fur made her face look round. Her tail was covered with fairly long black fur and curled up over her back. She had a lot of mischief shining from her eyes. She was afraid of me at first, but much too soon she was jumping out at me, over me, and on me. Sometimes I had to growl and hiss at her to make her settle down a little and behave. I soon took an interest in her grooming and toilet habits. In turn, Mina tried grooming me sometimes. Mom was horrified that Mina would go into the litter box and bring out a little dried treasure to play with. It took a while, but she finally stopped doing that. We were Just We Two – again. Just a different two.
Well, I’m really tired after telling this part of the story. It was most exhausting. I must nap.
Yours,
Apache
Friday, June 10, 2011
Just We Two - No More Happy Family
At some point after Dad came to live with us, Cherokee told me that he was not feeling very good. He begged me not to tell Mom that he was sick, and he continued to play and jump and be his normal self. He did sleep more, and I tried to help him get better. He pretty much stopped eating after a while and I ate his food so that Mom wouldn't know that he was sick. One evening, he ate something and just couldn't hold it in. He did what Mom called projectile vomiting and it all came up. She was very scared and upset. The next day she put him in the box and took him to the vet. I was afraid that I would never see him again, but she and Dad brought him home again, but he was terribly sick and wouldn't, or couldn't, eat. Mom cried a lot and tried to comfort Cherokee. She tried again to give him something to eat, but it came right up.
One night, Mom and Dad went to bed, leaving Cherokee sleeping on a blanket downstairs. During the night, he crawled upstairs and went into the closet. Mom found him in the morning and he was so very sick. He had left a little blood on the carpet and he was moaning. I felt so helpless! What could I do? Dad picked him up and brought him to Mom, who was sitting in the comfy chair with a towel on her lap. Cherokee just lay there moaning, while Mom and Dad petted him and tried to comfort him, all the while crying themselves. After a little while, they wrapped him in the blanket and took him away. I was very scared.
Later on, they came home and lay the towel down on the floor. Something black and white that looked like Cherokee was lying very still on it. I sniffed at it and it had a little smell of Cherokee, but it also smelled of vomit, the vet, and some strange things that I couldn't identify. It lay very still and did not breathe. Dad went out on the patio with a shovel and some other tools. He lifted up some bricks and started digging in the ground underneath. Mom took the black and white thing into the bathroom, put some warm water in the tub and put the thing in. She washed it carefully, as it had vomit on it, then dried it off. She put some smelly oils on it, wrapped it in a white cloth and took it outside. Unfortunately, she had to go off to work, but Dad put the thing in the hole and covered it up. He said a prayer for it.
Where, oh where, was Cherokee? I was so upset and confused. I thought maybe he could explain things to me. I couldn’t find him anywhere. Finally, I went to sleep and I slept a lot after that.
I'm a little upset right now, as memories have overwhelmed me. I must take a very long nap.
Yours,
Apache
One night, Mom and Dad went to bed, leaving Cherokee sleeping on a blanket downstairs. During the night, he crawled upstairs and went into the closet. Mom found him in the morning and he was so very sick. He had left a little blood on the carpet and he was moaning. I felt so helpless! What could I do? Dad picked him up and brought him to Mom, who was sitting in the comfy chair with a towel on her lap. Cherokee just lay there moaning, while Mom and Dad petted him and tried to comfort him, all the while crying themselves. After a little while, they wrapped him in the blanket and took him away. I was very scared.
Later on, they came home and lay the towel down on the floor. Something black and white that looked like Cherokee was lying very still on it. I sniffed at it and it had a little smell of Cherokee, but it also smelled of vomit, the vet, and some strange things that I couldn't identify. It lay very still and did not breathe. Dad went out on the patio with a shovel and some other tools. He lifted up some bricks and started digging in the ground underneath. Mom took the black and white thing into the bathroom, put some warm water in the tub and put the thing in. She washed it carefully, as it had vomit on it, then dried it off. She put some smelly oils on it, wrapped it in a white cloth and took it outside. Unfortunately, she had to go off to work, but Dad put the thing in the hole and covered it up. He said a prayer for it.
Where, oh where, was Cherokee? I was so upset and confused. I thought maybe he could explain things to me. I couldn’t find him anywhere. Finally, I went to sleep and I slept a lot after that.
I'm a little upset right now, as memories have overwhelmed me. I must take a very long nap.
Yours,
Apache
Just We Two - My Brother
Sometimes in the past, Cherokee had startled Mom considerably. He rarely said anything - he was the strong and silent type. Once in a while, though, he would do what surprised Mom so much. He would speak the old language from back in the Massachusetts
Cherokee was not as good as I was, though. He often would get into trouble. Food was his passion, and he particularly loved human food. As I have said before, he could jump very well and often jumped up onto the kitchen counters, looking for the remains of food left in pans on the stove or hoping to find food in the sink that had, unfortunately for him, already been pushed down into the garbage disposal. Mom liked to leave the butter out so it would be soft. Once in a while she would forget to cover it and would come back to find tongue prints in the butter. She would then throw it away, wash the butter dish, and get out some new butter and be careful to cover it all the time. What a guy! I was never into jumping all that much. I was fast on my feet, but I didn't care too much for jumping, especially as I got a little older. It just seemed a little childish. I had everything I needed within reach, why did I need to jump anywhere?
Cherokee was not as good as I was, though. He often would get into trouble. Food was his passion, and he particularly loved human food. As I have said before, he could jump very well and often jumped up onto the kitchen counters, looking for the remains of food left in pans on the stove or hoping to find food in the sink that had, unfortunately for him, already been pushed down into the garbage disposal. Mom liked to leave the butter out so it would be soft. Once in a while she would forget to cover it and would come back to find tongue prints in the butter. She would then throw it away, wash the butter dish, and get out some new butter and be careful to cover it all the time. What a guy! I was never into jumping all that much. I was fast on my feet, but I didn't care too much for jumping, especially as I got a little older. It just seemed a little childish. I had everything I needed within reach, why did I need to jump anywhere?
Another thing that Cherokee often did was get Mom up for breakfast. As I said, food was his passion and he had a hard time waiting for breakfast. So, when it got to be light, even just a little bit, he would decide that it was time Mom got up to feed us. He would go upstairs, make a running start into the bedroom and leap on the bed and Mom’s stomach as hard as he could. That sure woke her up, let me tell you! She was usually so startled that she didn’t have time to get mad at him. Sometimes, she would shut us out of the bedroom after that, but most of the time she would get up and feed us, just as Cherokee wanted.
My brother was not too picky about grooming himself, but he liked to try to do some grooming on Mom. Sometimes he would lick her hair and maybe try to pull some out. He didn’t seem to realize that she doesn’t shed as much as we do and she usually didn’t have any knots in her hair. I think it’s kind of funny that she has hair only on her head! What kind of silly idea is that? She has some hair on other parts of her body, but it’s very short and very light-colored so you almost can’t even see it. Cherokee also like to try to pull off Mom’s fingernails and toenails. At least that’s what she said. Actually, he was trying to pull off the claw sheaths, like the ones we have. I guess he never knew that she doesn’t have any. He would grip one of her nails in his teeth and pull away. Mom said it didn’t really hurt, but she found it very odd of him to do that.
Well, my memory’s getting sore and I think I must take a nap to cure that. It’s a wonderful day for a nap!
Yours,
Apache
Just We Two - A Big Surprise
A lovely nap! It's so nice when Mom has the ceiling fan on when it's so hot. I can lie on the cool tile and feel a little breeze blow gently over me. It never fails to put me to sleep.
I think I mentioned before that Mom did a lot of searching online. She is pretty good at it. After all, that's where she found me! She looked at the Humane Society web page back inMassachusetts
Anyway, Mom continued online to find a companion for herself. She had mentioned that she used to have a mate, but they got divorced. When we moved out here toPhoenix
The pain kept up (she still has it, but is going somewhere to work on it), but after a week or so, she left us alone and the neighbor came in to feed us and clean our litter box. Mom was gone for about four or five days (I was never real good with numbers) and what a surprise when she came home! She had someone with her - a man! It was late at night when they got home and after eating a little something, they went right to bed. The next day, we checked him out a little, but we were leery of getting too close. It wasn't long before we decided that he was okay. He smelled okay in a human sort of way and he was very nice to us. Mom kept saying that she brought us a daddy. Whatever that was! (Didn't Kitta say something about a daddy?) Before long, they got married and we realized just what a daddy was. He was very good to us and would slip us treats sometimes when Mom wasn't looking. Now we had a companion, too. He was home with us all day while Mom was off working. He spent a lot of time on the computer, trying to find a way to make money for us, but he would cuddle with us, too. He played with Cherokee sometimes, as well. Mom wasn't real fond of playing, like me, so it was a real treat for Cherokee.
We really liked having Dad around. He cooked food for Mom, he fed us and cleaned our litter box and just plain filled our days with companionship. We now had two people to love, and we did. What a nice family we now had! I am still wondering about one thing, though. Mom says that Dad is from turkey. What? Do turkeys give birth to humans? I don't really understand that at all. It seems very strange to me. I have never actually seen a baby human. Are there such things? Also, I have never actually seen a living turkey, only a roasted one on a serving platter (that's the best way to see them, in my opinion). So, how does one get a human from a turkey? Oh well, how does one begin to understand the human mystery?
Well, all of these memories are making me very tired today. I think I must go take a luscious nap.
I think I mentioned before that Mom did a lot of searching online. She is pretty good at it. After all, that's where she found me! She looked at the Humane Society web page back in
Anyway, Mom continued online to find a companion for herself. She had mentioned that she used to have a mate, but they got divorced. When we moved out here to
The pain kept up (she still has it, but is going somewhere to work on it), but after a week or so, she left us alone and the neighbor came in to feed us and clean our litter box. Mom was gone for about four or five days (I was never real good with numbers) and what a surprise when she came home! She had someone with her - a man! It was late at night when they got home and after eating a little something, they went right to bed. The next day, we checked him out a little, but we were leery of getting too close. It wasn't long before we decided that he was okay. He smelled okay in a human sort of way and he was very nice to us. Mom kept saying that she brought us a daddy. Whatever that was! (Didn't Kitta say something about a daddy?) Before long, they got married and we realized just what a daddy was. He was very good to us and would slip us treats sometimes when Mom wasn't looking. Now we had a companion, too. He was home with us all day while Mom was off working. He spent a lot of time on the computer, trying to find a way to make money for us, but he would cuddle with us, too. He played with Cherokee sometimes, as well. Mom wasn't real fond of playing, like me, so it was a real treat for Cherokee.
We really liked having Dad around. He cooked food for Mom, he fed us and cleaned our litter box and just plain filled our days with companionship. We now had two people to love, and we did. What a nice family we now had! I am still wondering about one thing, though. Mom says that Dad is from turkey. What? Do turkeys give birth to humans? I don't really understand that at all. It seems very strange to me. I have never actually seen a baby human. Are there such things? Also, I have never actually seen a living turkey, only a roasted one on a serving platter (that's the best way to see them, in my opinion). So, how does one get a human from a turkey? Oh well, how does one begin to understand the human mystery?
Well, all of these memories are making me very tired today. I think I must go take a luscious nap.
Yours,
Apache
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