I just finished playing with a great toy! I’m not sure how to describe it, but it curves up on one side and down on the other. It has interesting things on it, too. It was lots of fun reaching under it and playing with the little ball that is attached to it. I can move it around on the floor, too, and that makes a nice noise. Mom heard it and came to see what I was doing. She didn’t yell at me or call me “bad girl,” so it must be okay to play with it. Maybe I’ll leave it alone for a while.
I’ve been noticing some things about Mom and Dad, well mostly Mom. Sometimes I see her without her clothes on, and she is really funny-looking. I was very surprised to see that she has only two milk holders. My feline mom had lots of them. Of course, just seeing the milk holders made me realize that probably human babies get their milk that way, just the way we felines do. I know that Miss Patchy has wondered sometimes about baby humans and whether they actually exist, since she has never seen one, but now I think I know that they do exist. Maybe some day she and I will get to see one. Of course, Miss Patchy has taught me to always leave the room and go sleep under the bed whenever the doorbell rings, so I guess if a baby human ever rang the doorbell we would never see it anyway. I must think about this for a while, as it is somewhat confusing.
I have been thinking lately about going back out onto the roof sometime. That scary experience was a while ago, and that was the first time I was ever scared out there. Maybe things are okay out there now. I will think about checking it out once again. Miss Patchy never goes out there, or maybe just a little way out. She would just rather lie down in the doorway and feel the air blow over her, or maybe see a little bit of sunshine. Now that it is hot out there, Mom and Dad never leave the door open, and there is a machine that makes a noise and blows cold air out of the walls. It’s a little scary, but Miss Patchy isn’t afraid of it, so I guess it’s okay. She says that every year when it gets hot outside the machine blows out cold air. Also, it blows warm air out when it is cold outside, but not very often. The cold air blows out all day long. It is on, then it is off, then it is on, and so on. I guess maybe it would be too hot in the house if the cold air didn’t blow out. Why is it hot outside sometimes, and sometimes cold outside? I don’t really understand it. There is another thing to think about. Is my little brain capable of thinking about all these things?
Here is another puzzle. Sometimes Mom and Dad talk to a little box that they hold up to their ears. What on earth is it and why do they talk to it? I think the box talks to them, too, because sometimes they are not saying anything and then they talk again, or laugh or something. Very odd! Maybe Miss Patchy and I can figure it out some day. They often leave their little boxes lying around on a table or the couch or something. Maybe she and I can investigate them and find out how to talk to it.
Speaking of puzzles, Mom did what she calls a puzzle. It was many, many pieces of cardboard on the dining room table. They had colors on them and looked like fun toys. I went up on the table and grabbed a piece and took it down on the floor with me. It had an unusual taste and I wanted to check it out some more, but Mom got mad and took it away from me. She was upset because I pulled a lot of pieces away from where she had put them and she had to put them all back. After that, she started putting a piece of cloth on top of the “puzzle” and put other stuff on top of the cloth so I couldn’t pull it off the table. Miss Patchy says that Mr. Cherokee always used to play with Mom’s puzzles, but he was lot stronger and bigger than I am and he would often take them apart. He also would sometimes pull the cloth off the puzzle. She said that Mom would get very mad at Mr. Cherokee, but he would just laugh. Miss Patchy said that she sometimes went up and checked out the puzzles, too. Somehow I just can’t imagine Miss Patchy doing anything wrong, although Mom has had to tell her not to scratch on the furniture a few times lately.
Dad vacuumed yesterday. I was curious about the vacuum cleaner when I came here, but Miss Patchy told me that I should stay away from it and go rest under the bed when they turn it on. I always go with her, but I think I would like to know more about it to see what it does and why they turn it on and rub it over the floor. Hm-m-m-m-m! A very curious thing!
Well, I hear my toys calling me so I must go and play with them. One can never have too much fun!
Regards,
Mina
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