It’s so nice to be awake these days. Miss Patchy insists on sleeping a lot, even though I try to get her to play. She does play a little sometimes and it is fun. Now, when Mom opens the windows and the patio doors, a lot of cold comes in. Before, it was hot, but now it’s cold. I just can’t figure out why that changes. Miss Patchy says it happens all the time. Anyway, it is so cold at night that both Miss Patchy and I often sleep on the bed to keep Mom and Dad’s feet warm. We also just snuggle up together during the day and keep each other warm while we nap. I am doing a lot more napping during the day now. What does that mean? I have also been spending a good bit of time alone, lying in the office window or in one of the office chairs. I never used to want to be alone, but life seems to be changing.
Well, I think I have finally figured out the window! I saw Dad open the door and go outside. I immediately jumped up on the window sill , and there he was in the window. I had sort of noticed this before, but I have realized that it is some sort of hole in the wall, with a clear barrier over it. I wondered before if I could be in the “television” (actually a window), and I think that I am in it when I am up on the window sill. Mom and Dad can see me when they are outside and I am looking through the window. I know that they can see me, because they talk to me. I guess you can see through it from both sides! There are so many amazing things in life. Will I ever learn about them all?
Mom and Dad are very worried about money right now. I’m not even sure what money is, but I’m glad I don’t have to worry about it, or anything else. Mom says that money is what gives us food to eat and a roof over our heads. However, I see Mom make our food, so I’m not sure what she is talking about. This “money” has never been at the stove cooking our food, as far as I have ever seen. Is money a person? Is it fun to play with?
I was told by Mom a little while ago that I am now one year old. Hm-m-m-m! Just what does that mean? She says that Miss Patchy is about twelve or thirteen years old. Why does Miss Patchy have more years than I? Mom says that she (Mom) is retired, because she is old. How old is she? What does retired mean? Will I have to retire some day? I remember Mom and Dad talking about getting new tires for the car. (I think that’s the thing that takes us to the vet.) Did the car retire? This is puzzling to me. Miss Patchy doesn’t seem to know the answer, either, and she says she doesn’t really care about it. Sometimes she is very curious, but other times not at all.
Mom says that she gets Social Security now. I don’t know what that is, but she is glad to have it. Will I get it when I am old? Miss Patchy says that she does not get Social Security. I thought she would be old enough for it, but she says not.
Closets are not my friends. I just can’t resist going into closets, but bad things often happen when I do so. I think I told you (or Miss Patchy told you) about my experience in the coat closet when I was very little. After that, I always let Mom know when I was going into the coat closet. When I got shut in the garage for a long time, I started letting Mom know when I was going out there, and made a little game of it, just daring her to catch me and take me back inside the house. Well, I love to go into the clothes closet off the bedroom and bathroom upstairs. It is full of Mom’s fun clothing. She has a lot of clothes with things hanging off them. I just love to play with them. Mom hates it when I do that, so she always keeps the clothes closet shut so I can’t go in. Well, the other day, I pushed on the door, and it opened. I went in and had some fun and then went to sleep. When Mom got home from work, she came upstairs and changed her clothes in the closet. She was surprised to see that the closet door was open and she looked around for me, but didn’t see me. When she was done changing, she left the closet and shut the door. Oh-oh! I couldn’t get out. For a long time I tried and tried to get the door open or to get out some other way, but there just was no other way. I got a little scared and panicky and I tried to climb up the door on Mom’s housecoats. One came off and fell on the floor. I climbed a little way up the other one, but there was no way out by going up. Then, I tried to dig my way out under the door. I got the edge of the carpet up and pulled inside the closet, but the opening was too small for me, and there were sharp things there. I heard Mom and Dad calling me, but I couldn’t answer loud enough for them to hear me, because they were watching television. Finally, when I didn’t come down for supper (I always do!), Mom looked all around and finally found me in the closet. I will have to be sure to let her know when I go in there now, so she doesn’t shut me in again.
I know some toys that need to be played with now, so I will end for today. I hope that you will enjoy your toys, too.
Regards,
Mina
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