I haven’t felt much like playing
lately, in fact, I’ve been a little depressed.
Miss Patchy and I have been talking,
and we are certain that Dad is dead. We
have not seen him since the really hot weather, and why would he be gone so
long if he was still alive? Mom says he
will be home soon, but we think she is just deluding herself. I guess it’s time to get busy with life and
continue on, even though we will miss Dad a lot. He always brushed Miss Patchy and gave us
both treats. He spent quite a bit of
time in the living room, our favorite room.
It is closed most of the time now, because Mom doesn’t spend much time
there. She was going in there just about
every night to watch some TV, but now she says that she can’t get the TV to
work, so she just opens the door for a while and lets us go in there. It’s not much fun without either her or Dad. Mom says that Dad would have been home
sooner, but his nephew, the one we like, had to go to the hospital and have
surgery. A likely story. We know he’s dead.
I was very upset for a few
days. A while ago, Mom invited me up
onto her lap while she was sitting at the computer, as she usually does. This time, I’m not sure what happened, but I
jumped up onto her lap and was just getting around to hugging her when she
jumped and yelled at me. I turned and
jumped down onto the floor and she yelled at me some more. Something about scratching her. Later that night, she had the bedroom curtains
closed over the windows, but something was showing on the curtain. I could see it in the light coming through
from the outside. I wanted to see what
it was, so I jumped up at it and grabbed onto the curtains with my claws so I
could climb up. Mom yelled at me again,
and I jumped down. Twice she called me a
bad girl! Twice! I was so crushed and hurt! For a few days I didn’t eat anything that she
gave me and I spent all day sleeping on the bed or in the wardrobe. I wanted to just die and not bother her any
more.
Since that time, Mom has made a
point of coming to me every time she comes into the bedroom. She pets me and tells me what a good girl I
am, what a pretty girl I am. She also
says she is sorry for yelling at me, but that I punctured her leg and scratched
her tummy, and it surprised her and hurt.
Also, she said I ripped the bottom trim off part of the curtain and now
she will have to take it down to repair it.
She says it’s not a bad tear, as the curtain itself is not torn, just
the trim came off. I am glad to hear
that, but I still feel a little bad. I’ve
started to eat again, though, and I still go up on her lap, but I am very
careful now. She and I take a nap
together almost every day, and the three of us usually sleep together at
night. There is plenty of room on the
bed, now that Dad is no longer here.
It’s
cold these days, and it’s very confusing, because Mom keeps the windows closed
most of the time now. We don’t think it’s
all that cold, but Mom does. She is
wearing warmer clothes now and is using the heavy, red blanket now at
night. That is our favorite blanket,
because it’s so soft and cuddly. Mom
said she thought that when it got cold, the young humans would stay inside, but
she guesses it is not yet cold enough, because they are still out playing and
screaming all day and into the night.
However, it’s not as late as before.
They seem to go in around the time it gets dark now. Mom is grateful for that. Most nights these days, the bedroom window is
closed, so it gets very quiet.
Mom has started drying the clothes
inside. I think she did that before when
it was closed and the windows were all closed.
She says if it gets sunny and warm again for a while, she will move the
drying rack outside, but for now it is in the office with wet clothes on it. Now there is less room to play in there.
Well, I’m going to take a look for
Ribbon and see if he feels like playing.
I’m not sure I do, but I guess I should try. Even Miss Patchy has been playing a little
now. Mom is very surprised by that,
because Miss Patchy is old and sleeps most of the time. Almost every day, she plays with the green
rat with the bell on it.
I see Ribbon, but he says he doesn’t
feel like playing. I guess maybe I will
take a nap.
Regards,
Mina
