I'm waiting! That's right I'm waiting. I'm so excited to show my mum what I've been up to. Soon she'll walk through that door, walk upstairs, and I'll surprise her by singing Happy Birthday. Though at times, I think dad was losing patience with me. I mean it's quite easy to confuse the words Happy Birthday with Happy Furday! Either way it's her birthday and I'll sing it the way these humans do it. But if it was up to me, I'd be shouting from the roof tops, Happy Furday Mummy!!! All I can say is Purr, thank you Mum for loving me. Thank you for the food you bring, and for my squeaky things. Thank you for your friendly talks, and when you change my litter box. Thank you for the naps we share, and putting up with all the hair. Thank you for the things you do, Thank you Momma, I love you.
Aaah feet! Well, you humans call them feet. I like the more cat-like name of paws! After all at 3 o'clock in the morning, would you rather have my smelly feet rubbing your nose or my nice warm furry paws touching you? OK, I admit I made that comparison rather easy. But, let's face facts. I look at my human's feet and what is so special about them? I mean dad walks around bare foot all the time and I'm sorry but his feet are nothing to drool over. Even mum won't mention his feet, but she gets down right giddy when she looks at mine. I have to admit they are rather kind of cute and my toenails... er... claws never come out, except for that three in the morning nose scratch! The one thing I didn't like at first was when mum would give me manicure... or is it a pedicure? Who knows, I just know I didn't like it it. She'd grab my paw and made my poor defenseless claws come out and she'd wack off the end! The very sharp end tha...
When I lived on the streets for my own safety I usually slept with one eye opened. I never really had a peaceful, restful sleep. Between the rain, wind, snow, and humans chasing me away, I never could enjoy a truly peaceful sleep. When I was caught by Cats Protection, I began sleeping a little better, yet still not totally a restful sleep. I mean on one side, I had a younger lad who constantly walked on his shelves all night. I'd start to go to sleep and he'd jump to a lower shelf and on and on it went. I finally decided to fight fire with fire. I'd wait till he finally settled down about 3:30 in the morning, so I started playing. I threw all my toys around, even my litter box! Every morning, my human caretakers would come in and wonder what I did all night. They'd go about reorganizing my little shelter and by morning I'd have it torn up again. I will say that it has gotten me into a good habit of waking up every morning at 3:...
Love you my beautiful son X
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