MomGoth wanted me to take part in this Cherished Blogfest thing she did yesterday, since I post for her on
My most cherished object used to be my Goonie Bird, but I outgrew that. I wanted to use my food dish — WITH FOOD IN IT — but MomGoth said I could do better than that.
So I thought a while, and I finally realized that I cherish my collection of scratchy boxes.
I also like to scratch Mom’s new purse, but let that be our secret.
The statue memorializes my late orange foster brother, Ozzie. He died young from a very terrible thing called heartworm. Now MomGoth gives me heartworm medicine every month, so it won’t happen to me.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Has another animal ever left you anything?