I almost have to laugh my furry little old butt off at times. They talk to me like I’m a person but those two still think I’m a cat! Lee is such a pushover, I knew if I acted real sickly and underfed he would bring me into the house and that’s exactly what he did, many, many years ago. Rose is gentle and filled with love, as every good mother should be, she is like a baby girl to me.
I worry about Rose, her health hasn’t been very good lately, she is suffering with every lung condition in the books, along with diabetes, even dementia. That makes days very hard for her, so I try to be real nice to her and show her lots of love and affection. I sleep by her feet all night and always sit in her lap on the recliner. She pets me constantly.
Lee doesn’t seem to be the Rock Hudson, she thought she was getting, when she married him way, way back. I love to just sit with Rose and I know my presence makes her feel good, which is very comforting to me. She yells at me at times, about not to do certain things but I know she doesn’t really mean it. She hollers, “watch you claws a lot,” while I make biscuits on her stomach, or scratch the furniture. That’s what cats do, for crying out loud!
Lee is always coming up with special names for me like Dumb cat, or Damn cat, my name is Princess. I have a Royal Countenance about me, everyone can see it. If Rose asks, “Did you feed Princess?” He always says something real dumb, like, have you got an alligator? He thinks his so-called Terms of Endearment are real cute. When he does these things I have a special thing for him. I have the power to make a sore pop out in either one of his nostrils, or both, like an ingrown hair and it will stay sore for 3 or 4 days. I could put a boil on his butt too. He is very fortunate, I did like him a little at on time.
The hair on my back almost stands straight up when he forgets to empty the cat box on time, which seems to be quite regular. I thought he was going to have a heart attack one day, I pretended to do my job next to the Box. I got a big laugh out of that one. He was screaming at Rose, “Your cat is peeing on the floor.” Rose knew better, because she knows me and trusts me in a special way. I ask, “Why has it been my job to empty the cat box since day one?” You brought her in the house! Why should I be punished for doing a good deed?
My tired, sore old body was still in bed at 9:00 AM today. I seemed to have had a busy, half scary, long night thinking about our families, my own and my wife’s family, and the different cats our families have had through the years.
This message dawned on me, long after sunrise. My mother-in-law passed away at age 80, that was approximately 17 years ago. She did make a promise to me, it was something like this. If there was a way, she would make life very uncomfortable for me, if I didn’t treat her daughter Rose right. It was more or less a threat. No, it was a threat, you be good to my baby girl or you will have no peace and rest in your lifetime.
My God, I brought princess into the house 17 years ago, shortly after my mother-in-law passed away. It surely can’t be possible! Did she came back as Princess? Her hair was snow white, like the cat. If that is the case she wasn’t in limbo long, that is understandable, the keeper of the gate just looked the other way.
Rose, “I will feed Princess and take the cat box out right now.”