Thursday, August 11, 2011

Just We Two - Mina Has a Lot to Learn

Well, I’ve had a nice nap and I’m ready to rumble, as I’ve heard humans say.  I’ve heard it on the TV.  I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it sounds good.

Speaking of rumbling, Mina was out on the roof a while ago, and she got very scared, as I think she wrote in her last blog.  Of course, it was thunder and lightning and wind that she experienced.  She was extremely frightened.  Ha!  Ha!  She is so curious and nosy, it serves her right.  However, she keeps on being curious and nosy, no matter what happens.  She usually learns from her experiences, so all is not lost, but she makes me laugh a lot.

Lately, I have been feeling pretty good.  What a nice change from before!  Mom has noticed it, too, and claims that I have lost weight, as well.  That’s really good news.  She says that my face is thinner and I’m looking very good.  Mina just thinks I look old, no matter what.  Just wait until she is my age!  She has been jumping at me a lot lately, and starting fights.  We wrestle a lot, but I always win, since she is very small and I am not so small.  Sometimes she keeps it up long after I’m tired of it.  That’s when I get mad and growl and hiss at her.  It takes her a little while, but she usually realizes that it’s time to quit.

When I lie down for a nap, Mina usually comes with me, but Mom has noticed that quite often Mina is lying there with her eyes open, looking bored.  Silly girl!  She just doesn’t know what is good for her.  One can never get enough sleep.  Or enough good food, although I haven’t been eating as much as before.  I think Mom is giving us a little less food, and I just don’t seem to be that hungry these days.  Maybe the food Mom makes for us is a little more satisfying.  The first time she made food for us, we didn’t like it an awful lot, as I mentioned previously, but this second batch is very good.  Mom always gives me a little bit of yogurt with my meal.  At first, I didn’t like it at all, and Mina won’t touch it, but I do eat it now, although I usually leave it for last.

Mom has made up some new names for us.  She calls me Queen Patchy and she calls Mina Princess Mina.  She uses those names only sometimes, but I rather like mine.  It makes me feel very regal, I think is the word I want.  Mina doesn’t care one way or the other.  Pretty much all she’s interested in is her toys.  I keep reminding her that they are actually Cherokee’s toys (most of them, anyway), but she doesn’t care.  She thinks she would have liked to know Cherokee, but, of course, that will never be.  I still miss him so much, but I am not as sad as I was before.  I guess that’s good, but I don’t ever want to forget my precious brother.  Perhaps when my time comes, Mina will miss me. 

Mom and Dad are now talking about moving somewhere.  They say that the economy is so bad that they just don’t know what they will do.  Dad has not been able to find a job – any job, and Mom is really worried about money.  I never worry about money.  I’m not even sure what it is for, but Mom and Dad say they never have enough of it.  As long as I have a home and food, I’m not worried about anything.  Mom says she has meat in the freezer that she will cook for us soon, since the second batch of food is getting low.  That makes me happy, because I know that we will be eating well for a long time.

I wish this “bad economy” would go away, since it is making Mom and Dad unhappy and worried.  I don’t know what it is, so I don’t know what it looks like, but if I ever find out and see it somewhere, I will growl and hiss at it, bite it and scratch it and make it go away.  Then we can all be happy once more.  One can never overrate happiness.  It is a wonderful way of life.  I can never get enough of it.  Food makes me happy, Mom and Dad make me happy, naps make me happy.  What more could there be to life?

Well, all this worry on Mom and Dad’s part is making me very tired.  I think maybe a nap would do wonders for this problem.  Maybe Mom and Dad should do more of it.  That’s it for now.

Yours,

Apache

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