I can’t find Mousey anywhere. Mom says that he was totally bald, but he was
still fun to play with. He is probably
just hiding somewhere. I’ll have to look
around some more. At least Ribbon is
still here and full of fun.
Mom says that soon we will be in a
better place to live and will have plenty of room to run and play. That’s good, but she keeps saying that, and
it keeps being a lot longer than soon.
I have found a new place to hide when Mom and Dad
are gone. Dad’s mother keeps coming into
the room when they are gone and she keeps waving a cloth at me. I am very scared of her, since she doesn’t
know how to talk, she just makes noises with her mouth. Dad seems to know what those noises mean,
though, and he can make those same noises.
Anyway, I have found a way to get up under not just the blanket, but
under the memory foam mattress, too. The
first time I hid there, Mom came in and couldn’t find me. She called and called, and Dad was afraid
that his mother had let me get out, but Mom finally found me. I don’t know how she does that. How can she know that I am under the covers
or the mattress? It’s a puzzle to
me. I know she can’t see me, and I can’t
see her. I’ll have to think a lot about
that.
I have been going “stir crazy,” at
least that’s what Mom calls it. I just
can’t get up much speed running in two rooms.
I hope there will be more rooms in the new place, if we ever get there. I’m beginning to think that it doesn’t
actually exist and that Mom is just making it up to make us feel better. That would be cruel, I think.
I saw one of the outside felines the
other day. How lucky they are to be able
to run around anywhere they want, with no one to put them in prison or tell
them stories of another place that probably doesn’t even exist. If Mom wasn’t so good to us, I think I would
seriously try to get out and join the outside felines. They are all small, so I don’t think I would
have a problem with them.
I have learned how the doors
open. There are handles that I can grab
hold of. I tried to open the door a few
nights ago, but Mom put a box in front of the door. Mom told Dad that she doesn’t think I am
heavy enough to actually pull all the way down on the handle. Maybe I need to eat more! Mom says she doesn’t want me to get out
because there is mouse poison around.
Also, she says that Dad’s mother would have a fit because of my fur
getting on stuff.
A stranger came to visit the other
day and, even though Dad’s mother doesn’t like us, she brought the visitor in
to see us. The visitor seemed nice, and
Memmet [sic] was here, too. I think I
like him, as he is a lot like Dad. I
have allowed him to pet me a little bit.
Mom said that the visitor is Dad’s sister. So, we have a brother, a sister, and a
mother. Are there more yet? Too many people! Miss Patchy does not seem to mind so much
anymore if anyone comes into the room.
She is really getting old and forgetting how things should be.
Well, I have to take a nap now so I
will be up for some good playing later.
Regards,
Mina
