This is a little bit confusing, so please listen closely: My mom is Katya’s mom’s mom — or, looking at it the other way, Katya’s mom is my mom’s daughter. So technically, Katya’s mom is my human sister, but I’ve always called her Grandma because she spoils me.
Mom says that would be too confusing, but
Grandma Katya’s mom is too special to me to just call her by her name, and I want to be her cat as well as Mom’s cat, now that Katya has trotted ahead to the Rainbow Bridge. But I can’t call them both Mom, because that would be even more confusing than calling my mom’s daughter my Grandma.
Oh, and one more thing: That avatar is an old picture of me, when I was much younger and slimmer. I understand that many columnists do that.
Oh, and another one more thing: MomGoth says I’m a hobbit, because I have furry feet and always want second breakfast (and third and fourth and….) but I’m not a hobbit. I’m a cat.
I’m always on the job, too. When I’m not keeping an eye on the birds, squirrels, and chipmunks, I’m keeping an eye on the driveway and MomGoth’s house. Nothing gets past me.
I’ll see you next week. I know you miss Katya, but I’ll try to keep up her standards.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: An animal who lives next door to you goes to The Rainbow Bridge. Are you happy or sad or relieved? Does your relationship with the animal’s human(s) change? How does the neighborhood change?