I can do this.
I really don’t want to.
I want Mom and Dad all to myself.
I’m getting used to HIM.
It helps he is growing older.
By this time in my former life of having children, I would have sent all my kids off into the big wide world to have adventures by themselves.
But…no, here I am an ancient cat (I am at least nine — heading toward ten, Mom thinks) having to raise a kid!
I do pretty nice, most of the time.
Although sometimes I just have to, I MEAN HAVE TOO, swat at that boy…he gets too carried away.
So…we’ve worked it out. I have my chairs, he has anything else, that I don’t want.
I get the whole outside.
He is terrified of the whole outside (GOOD!)
I get Mom and Dad.
He gets Mom and Dad.
I get time away from him.
He gets to know me (some).
It’s coming together, Mom says.