Oh my Gosh! The paparazzi are everywhere! I hope
this doesn’t go viral. Judy will be so upset. I don’t want to ruin her clean,
down-home image. I told her I didn’t want a bath. As soon as she woke me from
my afternoon siesta and started taking off my clothes, I knew what she had in
mind for me. She sneaked up and startled me. I didn’t have a chance to collect
my thoughts…or hide.
I don’t like to mention Judy’s dark side. She claims she hates to torture me, but yet she can’t restrain herself either. From the first day I arrived at the grooming shop, she swept me up and threw me in the tub. That first day I’ll admit I was secretly grateful. I had bugs crawling in the forest of my fur and the bath put an end to their creepy existence. After the experience was behind me, I felt wonderful, warm, and clean - and so loved. Judy saw to all my needs and we connected that very day. I knew she was the one for me.
But Judy wasn’t sure of our relationship. I
overheard her telling someone she didn’t like cats. What! Of course, she hadn’t
got to know me. It didn’t take long to convince her of my delightful and
charming character. I batted dog bows to the floor and made myself available to
the nervous dogs, rubbing up against them and purring. I weighed only a few
pounds back then and I took my naps curled up in a small basket of colorful
bows. At home I made sure my naps occurred in her lap after we watched movies
together.
But my final audition I passed with flying colors -
Harley colors. It was the “Designer Clothes for the Cat Test.” When I aced that, I was in. Judy was hooked
like cat claws in a curtain.
And I dream of catnip castles and lizards in the
sun.
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