Darlin Gizmo. Mom's kind of freaking out right now, missing Poppy (the fat man, who BTW I don't like because he gets between Mom and me), talking to herself about whether she should go out to Wawa for a pack of cigarettes, so I have a chance finally to get back to you.
Ms. Giz, you are Greta Garbo. I am Audrey Hepburn. I am petite, oui, and I also am often silent. I usually let my body do the talking. Sure, there are times I whine at Mom to let me into the dry food room, or chit chat with Poppy, who does talk back to me. But I don't think I can "vocalize displeasure." I communicate mostly with my butt and tail, telling my people how pretty I am and that they can come pet me now. I don't talk, with voice or body, to the boys.
We may just be too different in how we go about these thing, dearest Giz. Can you think in Ms. Hepburn terms and come back with some new ideas? I thought I had Lesson 1 down, but last night grumpy Max ran me off the bed. (Asshole.)
Love you, darlin Giz.
Lily Belle
Monday, September 04, 2006
Ms. Giz!!
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Hi Giz, It's me Lily, whispering so the boys don't know.
It's OK that you haven't been here. We've been pretty busy here ourselves. Sounds like you must be sick for your Mommy to have such a meltdown. What wrong with you, sweet Giz?
I know I need a 'tude with Max. Ennis doesn't bother me. He will come over, threaten me, and then start grooming me. Bailey, the recent dead guy, was such a woos, and I could scare the crap outta him even though he was twice my size when he was up to snuff.
It's just that Max hates me because he thinks there should only be one cat that has Mom as their person, and he thinks it should be him. He's such a puppy dog, follows Mom all over the house. Mom is my person; always has been, but I only hang out with her when I want attention or for naps and night sleeping. That's when Max attacks me. He wants to be on the side of the bed that Mom is facing. When she rolls over to face my direction, Max moves over to take my spot!
But I'll try the "that's what I wanted look," although that might be a little tough at 3AM. Or maybe I'll talk to Mom about not rolling over. I don't mind sleeping next to the back of her head, even though Max always want to sleep next to her face.
Ms. Giz, sounds like you need to go give some pawpats to your Mommy. I give my Mom long, lingering face rubs with my face. Give your Mommy one of those for me.
Your friend back,
Lily Belle
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