I simply cannot believe how lonely it is without my foster brother! I had become so accustomed to his quiet presence, I feel quite bereft without him. I would go downstairs for some water or a snack, or to … use the facilities, and he would be curled up in his bed or, occasionally, eating. I checked on him several times a day, and now I cannot accustom myself to his absence.
Sometimes I forget he’s gone, and I stand by the food and water dishes and call to him. I’m always sorry, because it’s upsetting to me and to MaMA.
MaMA thought it might help if she got me what she calls a snugglebaby. I believe it’s supposed to be a hedgehog. MaMA wants to know what I’ve named it. I haven’t named it at all. It won’t come when I call it, so I hardly see the point. MaMA cut the tags off and sealed it in a bag of catnip for a few hours, then put it in my bed.I didn’t like it at first, but it’s growing on me. I may name it yet.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you have a snugglebaby?