OH BOY...PLAYMATES!  (Part 1)

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  "You can say any fool thing to a dog, and the dog will give you this look that says, 'My God, you're RIGHT.  I NEVER would have thought of that!'"  Dave Barry

THIS IS:  Adopt a Senior Pet Month

Living here just gets better and better.  Mom and Dad didn't tell me I have furry siblings!  They were even waiting for me by the door when I entered my new home.  But instead of greeting me with their noses, they arched their backs and ran away from me.  Oh boy...we're playing a game chase!

I tried to run as fast as I could, but I kept slipping on the tile floor.  My legs went in one direction while my body went in another.  That's when Mom and Dad also started running.  They were playing the chase game, too!

The fun ended when Dad caught up to me and grabbed my collar.  In a voice I recognized as a scolding, Dad said, "You are not supposed to chase Mickey and Minnie.  They are much smaller than you; they are scared, and you could hurt them."

My ears went down, and I saddened my eyes.  I wasn't going to hurt them.

After that, I didn't see Mickey or Minnie for weeks at a time.  They were hidden behind closed doors.  But I knew they were still around.  Maybe I couldn't see them, but I sure got their scent.

But one day the secret door was left open.  While Mom and Dad were busy watching TV, I snuck out of the living room and tip-toed into the secret room.  Lo and behold, Mickey and Minnie were sitting right in front of me.  Minnie was on the cedar chest; Mickey was on the bed.

I tried to make friends, but the one called Minnie ran and hid under the bed.  The other one, who they called Mickey, didn't move.  He just sat regally at the edge of the bed glaring at me.  I crouched low and slowly slinked my way to the bed.  We were eye to eye, Mickey and me.  I was making progress.  Maybe we could be friends after all.  But all of a sudden Mickey started hissing and batting at my nose with his paw.  I retreated and didn't understand this new game he was playing.  Gosh.  All I did was put my paw on his head so I could pet him.  Why did he hit me like that?

Mom and Dad must have heard the commotion because they came running into the room.  While I was being scolded, Mickey sat like a king on the bed.  He looked down at me with a smirk on his face.  If I could read the mind of a cat, I'd know he was thinking, Ha, ha.  I got you in trouble!

Dad pulled me out of the room by my collar, and Mom shut the secret door.

Darn cats!

"Everything I know I learned from my cat:  When you're hungry, eat.  When you're tired, nap in a sunbeam.  When you go to the vet's, pee on your owner." Gary Smith

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