I
have been sleeping and napping a lot.
Both Mina and I now spend a lot of time on Mom and Dad’s bed. Mr. Purr and Millie almost never come into
that room, so we are pretty safe there.
Mr.
Purr keeps playing boss, and he and I get into some big fights. Mina is terrified of him, so tries to stay
out of his way. She tries to boss Millie
around, and so do I. Things are
beginning to calm down a little now, and sometimes Millie even teases us
somewhat, so that we will come after her.
Toys are appearing for Mina to play with, and that makes her happy. She also watches the birds from the
windows. There are a lot of windows
here, and they are easy to get to. Lots
of birds and other things to see and hear.
Sometimes
I sleep in the tower that we brought from home.
It makes me feel a little safe.
In the evening, sometimes I will lie on the couch beside Mom or
Dad. The others will never bother me
there. Ha! Both Mom and Dad are bigger than Mr. Purr, so
he won’t try to fight with them. I miss
home.
Will
we ever see home again? I am beginning
to think that we will never be there again, but maybe we will have a new
home. Are we there now? Probably not.
Dad keeps talking about going to live in a turkey. What?
Why does turkey play such a large part in our lives? We eat turkey at Thanksgiving, and I suspect
that humans come from turkeys, as I have mentioned previously, but now we are
all going to live in one? This is very
puzzling to me. I have talked to Mina
about it, and she is even more confused than I am. Dad talks about flying into the turkey, but
none of us has wings. Also, are there
different sized turkeys? The one we eat
at Thanksgiving isn’t big enough for even just me to get into. Now we are all going to live in one? This is going to take a lot of thought on my
part. Mina, too. Will it be cold in this turkey? Will it be hot in this turkey? Can we eat it if we get hungry? Very strange!
Life appears to be full of surprises and little lessons to be learned.
In
the meantime, we need to survive living with these other cats. Millie is pretty docile and tries to stay out
of our way. Mina insists on going after
Millie, and then Mom has to yell at her.
I guess Mina just wants to be the boss of somebody. I keep telling her to just forget about it
and get along, but she doesn’t listen very well. Breakfast and supper are getting easier. They give Mr. Purr some of the wet food and
move his dish a little way from ours, and Mina’s is moved away, too. Millie usually doesn’t partake of meals with
the rest of us, preferring to just snack throughout the day, or when no one
else is there. She misses out on the wet
food most of the time, but I don’t think she really minds very much. If she is there when it is served, then she
gets some. If not, she doesn’t get any.
Mom
has not been making food for us for a long time. That’s another thing that makes me think we
are not yet in our new home. I miss that
food. It was very delicious! Maybe someday she will make it again, and we
will all be happy together again. In a
turkey??? Lots to think about!
I
guess I will take a nap now so that I can think. I do my best thinking while I am napping.
Yours,
Apache
