My Daddy has been poorly and is in hospital. Yes, Mummy treats me very well but it's not the same as having my Daddy home. Please come home soon Daddy! I miss you.💕
I'll say hate! Mum and Dad laugh and say I'm scared. That's not true! Dad picked me up to avoid any conflict. Look at me! Do I look scared? Anyway, I'm not scared of anything. Including spiders! That's right, I hate spiders. I am not scared of them - I just hate them. More then once my humans have chased them around the flat. I was running the other way, just to get out of their way in capturing that critter! I wasn't running away out of fear. In fact, those spiders are darn lucky I didn't stay and squish them! Yes, some of them are quite big and I think they'd give me a good fight but I'd win. Though, I'm not scared, I will admit they are scary. Mum, loves my feet. My cotton sock feet. Humans have two feet, I have four. Do you know how many feet a spider has? Eight! Why do they need eight feet? I mean when they get going they can be really fast. It is hard getting ou...
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.
Throughout human history, there is a certain sense of royalty when they see a Siamese Cat. They're nothing special. I can give that sense of superiority and mystery and pass myself off as a Siamese Cat. This is my Siamese look, but it always has that look of bewilderment. Like, when dad grabs a comb! Why in God's green earth would dad ever need a comb? It's always my look of sarcasm. Like when mum wants to clip my toe nails. Go ahead, just one step closer and I'm out of here. It's also my look of innocence! I use it when there is a strange smell in the air and I look at dad and say God dad! Then walk away, knowing full well I am the reason for that smell!!!
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