Whew! It’s time to rest a little after jumping for birds and bugs out on the patio. I love it out there and ask Mom every day to let me go out. Most of the time it’s either too cold or too hot and she doesn’t want to keep the door open. Sometimes early in the morning she will let us out, before it gets really hot. She won’t open the door at all once it gets hot.
Mom loves Miss Patchy more than me. I know this. I can hear. She calls Miss Patchy Pretty Girl or Beautiful Girl. She calls me Cute Girl or Cutie Girl. Why does she call me something different? I want to be Pretty Girl or Beautiful Girl, like Miss Patchy! Mom knows how I feel, because she says that I lie on the back of the comfy chair and glare at her and Miss Patchy when she is using those names. What is cute or cutie? She never uses those names for Miss Patchy, which must mean that she thinks I am not as good or nice. I know this!
Also, she always calls Miss Patchy Good Girl. So often, she calls me Bad Girl. I can tell by her tone of voice that Bad Girl is not a good thing, but Good Girl is. I laughed last week, when the perfect Miss Patchy was lying on the eating room table. Mom saw her and called her Bad Girl and told her to get down. Ha! Evidently Mom noticed how I felt about these names, and she is actually calling me Good Girl a lot. It makes me feel so good and makes me want to do the right things. Now if I could just keep myself from jumping up on the food-room counter. Mom and Dad hate when I do that, but who can resist? It smells so good up there and sometimes I find food there. Most of the time, it’s human food, and nothing that I like at all, but I usually taste it and sometimes I push it over the edge to the floor so I can play with it. Some human food makes great toys! Of course, almost anything can be a toy, especially if it is round.
Anyway, Mom has sometimes recently called me Pretty Girl. I’m really excited that maybe she really means it. She has noticed that I don’t glare at her and Miss Patchy so much any more. She has also noticed that I purr again. She has told me how much she loved it when I was little and would hug her, knead her neck, and purr a lot. When she started calling me Bad Girl when I did stuff, I stopped doing that to her. I was angry! Now that she is treating me a little better, I am purring for her again. Will I ever hug her again? I don’t know. My feelings were very hurt. Miss Patchy says that I am taking things all wrong. She says that Mom loves me just as much, just in a different way. Why should she love me differently from Miss Patchy? She says that it’s because we are different, but so what! I love Mom and Dad so much, and I want them to love me just as much as they love Miss Patchy. Will that ever happen? Why do I have to work so hard for it? Miss Patchy says it’s because I am so young and have so much to learn. She says that being cute is wonderful and that I should be proud of it. She says that she will never be called cute, because she sleeps most of the time and doesn’t do much playing at all. She’s just old! She’s pretty cranky sometimes, too.
These days, any time I do something right (the way Mom wants it done), she (and Dad, too) calls me Good Girl. It sounds so good to my little ears. All I want is to hear those names, not Cute Girl or Cutie Girl, or Bad Girl. Miss Patchy says that Mom and Dad think I look so cute when I play and jump around and that’s why they call me that. Well, I don’t care! I don’t want to hear it! Let Miss Patchy hear it if she will ever get up off her lazy butt and play. Playing is life! What else can there possibly be? Well, there is Pretty Girl and Beautiful Girl, isn’t there. And Good Girl! The more I hear those words, the happier I feel and the more love I feel for Mom and Dad.
Well, now that I have ranted about this, I feel a little better. I guess I should go play some more before I take a nap. I will play a lot, as long as Mom and Dad don’t call me Cute Girl!
Regards,
Mina
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