Sweetie Pie Turner, here, MomGoth’s mother’s cat. Tipper is in trouble for scratching the couches — repeatedly and deliberately — but I was scheduled to post today, anyway.
The other day, when MomGoth came up to take care of Mom in the morning, she couldn’t find me. She called and called. She looked in all my hiding places. Finally, the only place left: Mom’s walk-in closet. She hadn’t looked there because Mom keeps the door closed all the time. MomGoth opened the door, and out I came!
I went in when Mom got a fresh nightgown and got shut in. Mom said, “Why didn’t you scratch at the door and meow?” This is not my way. Humans should always be aware of where their cats are. That’s what humans are for, isn’t it? But I forgive Mom, because I love her so.
I earn my keep as her protector. Other cats have been prowling around on the deck. This is Not Allowed.
Aunt #1 Daughter, just up the drive, adopted this one. She named him Simon.
Well, as you may imagine, keeping track of all these invaders exhausts me. When MomGoth came down in the cool of the evening earlier in the month, I took the opportunity to stretch out on my favorite surface: the lining of MomGoth’s jacket. She long ago learned to spread it out on the couch for me. I won’t sit on laps, but I do love the linings of MomGoth’s coats and jackets.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you have a favorite napping surface?