Sweetie Pie Turner here, MomGoth’s mom’s cat.
I used to have a little brother named Ozzy.
I didn’t like him much. First, he was a suck-up, always wanting to sit in Mom’s lap and be cuddled. I’m more dignified and independent. Mom always liked him best, and that made me sad, although MomGoth always liked me best!. Second, he was a PEST. He would be all sweetie-sweetie to Mom, and then he would torment me. MomGoth used to call him Eddie Haskell, whatever that means.
Mom even liked him best after he made her sick! But MomGoth paid him back for that!
Mom and MomGoth cried and cried, but I secretly felt kind of relieved. He was really stressing me out. I was overgrooming, licking all my fur off in patches. After he stopped tormenting me, I let my fur grow back in.
Mom’s #1 Granddaughter and her husband and son bought Mom a statue of Ozzy, and MomGoth tied an orange ribbon around its neck because of the color of his fur.
I couldn’t believe how glad I was to see him!
Appreciate the family you have with you. Even your pesty little brother.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Are you your human’s favorite?