The Big Cat
Will play with me!
Mindy gets to go outside!
ALL THE TIME!
I want to go outside!
YES, I DO!
So, Mom hooked me up with something that chokes me and we went out.
The wind was blowing.
It was coooooooooold.
We came back in.
Later on, it warmed up; Dad took me out!
I HAD A BLAST!!
Then I had to come back in.
Mom says I can go out gradually, a little bit every day.
She says she doesn’t want Mindy to get mad at me and fight me. (I feel strong, I told Mom, I can fight Mindy. —that is exactly the problem, Mom replied.)
And, Mom went on to explain—I don’t want Mindy leading you off into the depths of the farm and you won’t know your way back. And, YES, Mindy would do that.
You can go out with either Dad and I, then when we feel comfortable you can go out on your own. The time is coming, TLC, soon. Very soon. Mom said.
Paper crinkles, and rattles and does stuff
When I walk on it, or anything to it.
Roll around, bite,
Paper is ever so much fun!
Oh! Look! ELEPHANT!
Grab Elephant and take into BOX!
OH! Box is nice!
Chew on Elephant a little bit.
I love BOX!
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.
I was in my box, just resting.
Well, kinda, sorta, maybe, not resting so much, but HIDING!
The mice had all gone to play all over the house…I took them everywhere.
One at a time.
One in the kitchen…grrrrrrrrrr kick, kick….bite
One in the bedroom…bat around, bat around
One upstairs, one here, one there, I think you understand.
Then I grabbed GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRiaff…he sounds like a bell. I growl at him.
I was just getting GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRiaff taken care of when I saw a STRANGER(!) in the midst of everyone!
I jumped straight up in the air.
Then I ran into box again.
I know what this is…no one told me, but I know.
IT IS A RAT!!!!
I jumped out of the box right onto RAT!
Then I proceeded to KILL RAT!
I really worked RAT over—he rattles, which is rather cool.
I took care of RAT for such a long time that I was worn out.
Giving RAT one last swat I left him to his own devices
and hopped onto the sofa where Dad likes to seat (sleep) Shhhhhhhhhhhh
I really don’t like that kitten. He wants to pounce on me ALL THE TIME.
Which, does NOT go over, Thank you very much.
“SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” With teeth bared and my claws out.
(Although, I know not to really hurt that thing. I always look at Mom or Dad to show them I am just being the boss.)
Anyway. I still live my life as if TLC Cai-Cai doesn’t exist.
I do lots of hunting.
although I eat them, she just pets me and tells me what an excellent job I do.
I sleep in the house on MY chair, have great kitty snacks, a drink of milk, now and again. And toast by the fire.
All this is good.
When Dad is outside (which is lots of time)
I make sure I am WITH him!
Dad says I am the perfect helper.
I think so too!
Mindy Min-Min Cat