I just had a delicious breakfast a little while ago, but haven’t yet had my morning nap. I’m actually not all that tired, but I know I will be.
Mina and I have been wrestling quite a bit these days. Some days I don’t mind, but other days I guess I am a little cranky and would prefer not to wrestle with her. She is wiry and strong for her size (quite small), but I am bigger and heavier, so it’s a pretty even match. When I’m done, I just growl and she gets the idea pretty quickly. She learns fast.
A few days ago, Mom and Dad were sitting by the computer and he was playing with Mina, using the stick with the little pieces of cloth hanging on a string from the end. He then turned to me and I actually played with it. I don’t do the impossible acrobatic flips that Mina does, as I was lying down at the time, but it is the first time I have felt like playing for a long time. It felt good.
Mom keeps talking about jealousy between Mina and me. I know that every time I am sitting or lying next to or on either Mom or Dad, Mina will lie down somewhere that she can see us and we can see her. She will rest her head on her paws and just glare very angrily at us. I don’t know how she can justify being angry about that, since she is the interloper. What right does she have to be cuddled and petted by Mom and Dad? I get angry sometimes when I see her with them, because I should be there instead of her. I’m not jealous, though, only concerned with my rights. Mina is the one who is jealous, since she is obviously inferior to me. Mom tries to get both of us up in the comfy chair with her, but that’s just not acceptable to me. When Mina comes up, I go down. Just showing my displeasure with Mina’s company!
Mom and Dad have been watching all the news about something called Hurricane Irene. It would appear to be something worrisome and they are afraid that Mom’s daughter will suffer from it. What is it? Will it ever come to Phoenix? I hope not, because I don’t think I would like it at all. They said it will bring a lot of rain and maybe flooding. That definitely would not be fun. The only water I like is what is in our water bowl, and that comes from the refrigerator. I’ve seen water come from the sky (rain), and it’s most unpleasant. I always go into the house from the patio the instant it begins. Mom just laughs at me when I do that.
Mina has been watching television a lot lately. She will lie on the couch or on the comfy chair and stare intently at the television. She watches mostly when there are dogs or cats on the screen, but I’ve seen her watch humans, too. Maybe I will watch a little some time, as life occasionally gets a little boring around here. I think I know how to turn on the TV, so we could watch it while Mom and Dad are gone, too.
I think I mentioned before about Mina’s curiosity getting her into a little trouble. She has spent a night outside because of it, she has had things fall on her because of it, and a number of other things. I don’t think I ever said anything about what happened a little while ago. Mom was in the dining room reading or eating or something and Dad was upstairs working on the computer. Mina smelled something tasty in the kitchen, so she jumped up onto the counter and onto the thing they call a stove. They cook food on the stove, and sometimes they leave the pan sitting there after cooking. Well, Mina wanted to taste what was in the pan, but it was very hot and she got a little burn. Fortunately for her, she is pretty fast, so it didn’t really burn her, but she was not happy about it. She jumped down very quickly and I think she will stay away from the stove from now on.
I have been lying on the table in the dining room lately. Haven’t done that for a while. It is a nice view out the window. Sometimes both Mina and I are up on the table. Mom does not like it at all and makes us get down, but I take my time about it. After all, it is my house, too, why shouldn’t I be able to enjoy everything in it.
Well, I feel a nap overtaking me. I must go find a comfortable place to sleep.
Yours,
Apache
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