What a nice nap! It’s warm and cozy here, and Mina and I snuggle
under our comforter on our wonderful, comfortable mattress.
It was so great to see Mom and
Dad. They came home early in the morning
and fed us right away. Then we all took
a long nap. We were so happy! Mom came home with a lot of suitcases, and
they were full of things that she brought from away. One of the things she brought home was
treats! Oh, we haven’t had any treats
for ever so long. They are so delicious! That’s our Mom! Always thinking of us, as is only right. Mom had some familiar smells on her, but also
some very unfamiliar ones, too. I
smelled other felines, but none that I have ever met. I also smelled Mom’s daughter and
grandson. They weren’t in the suitcases,
though. I guess maybe they wouldn’t
fit. It would be nice if they were here,
but not their felines. That would be too
much.
There were all kinds of other
smells, too, some that made me sneeze, Mina, too. Mom brought more of that coffee stuff that
she likes to have every morning. I don’t
know why she likes it, as it smells bad to me.
There were no meat smells, so I didn’t spend much time sniffing her
suitcases. I just want to cuddle and
snuggle and let her know how much we missed her. Sometimes we snuggle with Dad in the living
room. That’s always nice, because we get
to lie on the couches that they bought.
When the couches came to the house, we thought that Mom and Dad bought
them for us, but we aren’t allowed in the living room unless they are in
there. We have to lie on blankets on the
couches, which is not bad. I don’t
especially like the feel of the material on the couches anyway. Dad watches television a lot, so I get to
cuddle up next to him, lying on the nice soft blanket. It is so warm and nice. Every time he gets up, I move over to the
warm spot he has left. It’s funny, but
he never appreciates this. Mina always
just lies on the other couch and glares at us.
Ever since Mom got back, she has
been sleeping a lot. She said something
about jet lag. I don’t know what it is,
but if it makes her snuggle with me in the bed, there is a lot to be said for
it. Again, she mentioned flying. What can I do to disabuse her of this
delusion? She has no wings, so she
cannot fly. Why can’t she see that? She said that Mina and I flew, too, some time
ago, but we have no wings either. I
guess if that’s the only thing wrong with Mom (and Dad, too), I can accept it. It kind of bothers me, though. Mina just says that she wishes she could fly,
so that maybe she could catch one of those birds that are constantly flying
around. She can catch the flies, because
they come into the house through the open windows, but the birds never do. Mom keeps telling Mina that the birds are about
as big as she is and that she might have trouble catching one, no matter
what. Mom says that they are called
pigeons, doves, and magpies. Hmmmm! Mom loves to eat pie, but what kind of a pie
is a magpie?
Life is almost back to normal now,
except that Dad keeps talking about moving to a stand bull. What is that?
Now we are going to live in a bull?
A turkey wasn’t enough? I will
never understand these things, so I might as well go back to sleep and have a
nice nap.
Yours,
Apache
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