She got up this morning and squeaked. She’s not supposed to squeak, but it seemed about all she could manage. She tried a whisper, but that didn’t work out too well either… more of a frog sound… so she’s pretty quiet this morning, though there seems to be a lot of groaning going on. Serves her right for spending so much time on the phone when she should have been playing with me.
That’s bad enough, but there are strange things going on. My boy… the one who has allowed a cat into his life… he seems to have lost the plot. He’s phoning her up to talk about the thing. He’s even sending her pictures of the fatuous feline!
Once upon a time, he was all mine. There was no doubt about that at all. Now? It just keeps going from bad to worse. He’s started whispering when he phones… but not because he’s lost his voice, oh no… It’s so he doesn’t wake the cat! It’s okay to disturb my dreams with phones ringing at all hours, but Heaven forbid he disturbs the paltry puss!
She says she keeps finding cushions on the floor too. Not even because the moggy has been playing either. You can have epic games with a few cushions…
But no, she suspects he is putting them down on the floor. I wonder why? Maybe it has to do with the fact he’s dragging another chair out for himself ’cause someone is asleep in his?
That just shows you, doesn’t it? He’s been corrupted already… That’s the basic difference between us dogs and them. We’re loyal, eager to please, always ready to play. They’re spiteful, spitty kitties half the time, with more claws and teeth than anyone needs. They just ignore you when you
bark talk to them. Then they’re suddenly your best friends and go all gooey and kittenish and fragile and need cuddles. They like to keep you on your toes. We like to keep you on the sofa.
I chase the birds, but only to play. They stalk them and try to catch them. And the fish! I wouldn’t dream of trying to catch fish, though I’ll go and swim with them any time!
This thing prowls around the pond, watching… waiting… and I don’t think it would go down too well if it got its claws out. Mind you, the big sturgeon might give it what for…
So, we’re sort of complete opposites. ‘Cept we’re both furry and black and white. And we’re both animals. With tails… and two-legses to look after.
“The same sun shines on you both,” she says (when she can say anything at all). “You both have you own jobs to do.” I s’ppose she’s right. I can’t be in two places at once, no matter how I try… and she needs me here mostly. I don’t know how she’d manage without me, what with the postman turning up every day and all the things that go bump in the night.
I wish he’d have got a dog though. Instead.We could have made friends and played together. Can’t see that happening with old Puss in Boots…
A dog would be much more fun. Say, a nice, handsome retriever or a big, noble setter…
Ah well, a girl can dream…