Now being the Diva Calico Gen is WAY cool. I pick my spot on the back of the couch in the sun porch, stretch out and flex my front paws, holding them up, so that the rainbows cast by the disco crystal ball colors each claw nail a different shade of happy. I imagine the light weight diamond stud earrings that will one day be in my pointy ears will bring even more light in to a world that is burdened with unseen yet heavy dark forces.
It is my job to lighten up the world at large and live each day to contribute joy, love and peace, well sometimes. I mean, don’t ask for a reference from that little mouse Wonder Boy caught me tossing in the air and catching, just for a lark and a laugh….Yuck, I am not going to eat it….I’ve got a Momma to feed me.
Still, day in, day out, when I am not dreaming of changing the world of felines by giving them access to fingernail polish, glittering earrings and teeny tiny stiletto high heel shoes (still working out how we will walk in them), I nap a lot, on Momma’s bed and I beg a lot for food to be served in my food dish, right on that very same bed.
But Houston, we got a problem because Charlie, who I would never refuse, has a notion she should be able to eat out of my dish….She looks at me with those unwavering green eyes, clumps of fur bristling, communicating, Momma loves me too. And Momma does. But Momma is hopeless. She loves strays and even those poor underfed orphans from down at the creek.
Momma loves the underdog and I am an ‘under’ nothing. No, no, no, I am more like what you’d call a going concern. This may sound conceited but still, true story. Every cat wants to be me….because who does not want to shed light in the world.
And I am savvy enough to know I am a lucky one…first plucked from a manufacturing bin where I would have been crushed by First Tier Metal Automotive Parts….then taken home by Momma…adopted by Wonder Boy…and kept in line by the gentle Jakita because, well, I can get frisky….like a wild stallion, leading a pack of horses, thundering across the fenceless fields. When I take off on a tear, chubby little Jakita takes off behind me. Sometimes I slow down so she can catch me. She leaps on my back, pinning me to the floor, nibbling my ears, as I complain just loud enough for Momma to hear and reprimand Jakita, troublemaker that I am.
However, I know the repercussions should Andy had been in the house, Big Bro though he is. If I woke him up racing around, the punishment would have been much more severe. He doesn’t seem to have the gift of play. He would have pounced on me and bit my delicate little ear lobes.
That is why I miss Bro’ RIP Beau. He would never have allowed Andy to board me, like a hockey player on steroids. In Beau’s eyes, I could do no wrong and Andy respected Beau’s muscle mass – no wonder I miss him. The solution is simple. I make sure Bad Boy Andy is outside before I go wild.
But you know how it is ….. as Cyndi Lauper says, ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.’
Ya with, me?
