Good Morning, Literati! And greetings from Moscmeow! Wendy Joseph rose to the challenge for our contest: A Dozen Roses from a Single Thorn: A Valentine’s Day Love Story. For your chance to show some love and win prizes and a date* with Kristine Rose Grant, our love-judge(what? you would prefer Judge Judy?) just click this …
Good Morning, Literati! And greetings from Moscmeow!
Wendy Joseph rose to the challenge for our contest: A Dozen Roses from a Single Thorn: A Valentine’s Day Love Story. For your chance to show some love and win prizes and a date* with Kristine Rose Grant, our love-judge(what? you would prefer Judge Judy?) just click this link!
In the meantime, get your bigglesworth —oops!–I mean money’s worth, with this entry by Wendy Joseph
by Wendy Joseph
Mommie is gone. I miss her. And I miss sucking that warm stuff that came out the spouts on her tummy. If I pushed hard with my paws, more came out. I had to fight for it sometimes. My brothers and sisters were brats and tried to push me away. I didn’t like them, but they’re gone too, and I miss curling all tangled up with them. It was warm.
Now I am in a new place with a strange hairless cat—well it has some hair on its head but the rest is pitiful. It keeps warm by wrapping itself in the same kind of thin blanket stuff that was in my box. Sad it doesn’t have fur.
The Hairless One’s paws are almost as big as me. But it never claws me, because its claws are soft and bend. Poor thing can’t dig into the couch and pull stuff out like I can. But its claws stroke me like Mommie did when she licked me all over. I liked that.
When I was in the Hairless One’s lap I looked for spouts on its tummy, but there was only a nose thing that went in. Nothing came out. Two soft mountains were on top, but they didn’t look like spouts. Too big. But it was soft and cuddly up there.
Even though it doesn’t have spouts it feeds me, with that new stuff in a bowl. It’s OK. But I wish it would feed me more from the bag with the fish on it, and less from the chicken bag.
So it feeds me and holds me and is kind of like a Mommie, so I guess it’s a She. She even tries to talk like me sometimes, though she can’t do “meow” very well. Once she came close, but it was only a rumor.
Sometimes she holds a feather on a string in front of me and I try to kill it. But it never seems to die. I can’t figure this out. But I am going to destroy it someday.
She put me in the big box that she sleeps in, but it was almost too big to handle, even though it’s nice and soft. And it had mountains that move when she got inside, and that scared me so much I jumped off. She didn’t like that and picked me up and held me on her lap, and did her best awful meow.
Tonight the cold wet stuff was coming out of the sky, and sometimes there was a bright light and then a loud noise. It scared me even more than the moving mountains in her box, so I jumped up there just to be next to her because she is nice and like a Mommie, and a Mommie wouldn’t let a mountain fall on me. Also her box is soft and comfy and warm.
She held me close and meowed a little better, and I snuggled up to my Mommie and felt safe.
* (that was a phone date, by the way…but, you never know!)