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10:49 PM Eastern Time
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Kittens
My one mom, with the tasty hair, is GOING TO HAVE A KITTEN.
Many people have asked my moms how I feel about this. I am pleased that they are concerned about my well-being. After all, next April I will be no longer be the CENTER OF ATTENTION. I will instead be DISPLACED BY A LITTLE MEWLING THING.
To be honest, I am not capable of that much forethought. I know the kitten's arrival is on the horizon, but so is breakfast tomorrow, and as tomorrow is a lot sooner than April I think I shall concern myself with breakfast instead.
The one thing about which I am a little peeved is that I am no longer permitted to TREAD UPON MY ONE MOM'S STOMACH. This has been going on for several weeks and I do not expect the situation to improve any time soon. I used to be able to walk across her stomach, to knead it lovingly, and to use it as a springboard. But no more. I suppose I have been DISPLACED ALREADY.
I had KITTENS once myself, before I met my moms. This was while I was still LIVING ON THE STREETS and MOSTLY STARVING. In fact, I had FOUR KITTENS, but only two survived. (I am told that that they look just like me. Lucky kittens!)
My one mom, on the other hand, is only having ONE KITTEN. And I hope it does not develop a habit of PULLING ON MY TAIL.
Many people have asked my moms how I feel about this. I am pleased that they are concerned about my well-being. After all, next April I will be no longer be the CENTER OF ATTENTION. I will instead be DISPLACED BY A LITTLE MEWLING THING.
To be honest, I am not capable of that much forethought. I know the kitten's arrival is on the horizon, but so is breakfast tomorrow, and as tomorrow is a lot sooner than April I think I shall concern myself with breakfast instead.
The one thing about which I am a little peeved is that I am no longer permitted to TREAD UPON MY ONE MOM'S STOMACH. This has been going on for several weeks and I do not expect the situation to improve any time soon. I used to be able to walk across her stomach, to knead it lovingly, and to use it as a springboard. But no more. I suppose I have been DISPLACED ALREADY.
I had KITTENS once myself, before I met my moms. This was while I was still LIVING ON THE STREETS and MOSTLY STARVING. In fact, I had FOUR KITTENS, but only two survived. (I am told that that they look just like me. Lucky kittens!)
My one mom, on the other hand, is only having ONE KITTEN. And I hope it does not develop a habit of PULLING ON MY TAIL.
