Here I am, up on my ICloud, with the latest GPS version focusing in on Momma’s front garden…Oh, there she is, on her hands and knees, almost completely concealed by those big daisy bushes… Momma, they are out of control…single petal, double petal, triple, quadruple, white petals, white and yellow, every shade of yellow petals but at least they are just in one corner of the garden.
The Bachelor Buttons, they have just taken over the whole front garden….it looks like a Refugee Camp for Bachelor Buttons. You got to step up and stomp out, Momma. Show those Bachelor Buttons who takes and who gives orders.
Still, I am so happy to see you Momma, oh, and Brother Brainiac Andy and Sister Diva Calico Gen. Hey, pay attention… I’m up here, no, here, not there.. See me, feel me….Oh, good, contact made…Momma stop rubbing your eyes…it’s me…oh and Andy, Gen….I was The Muscle Beauregard for you, remember how I kept you safe from harms way then …still, look how you slink close to Momma and wind around her body in apparent fright. I am a Heavenly Cat now…new rules…Zero tolerance for me to taunt and terrorize (okay, okay, I admit, sometimes Wonder Boy had to toss me outside to cool off when I was rampaging around the house)… but that was then….this is now and I was always purr..fect around Momma…a true Gentleman Cat.
But I See All up here from this Vantage point… I know Diva Calico Gen…you have changed little. You still prance around like you are wearing your bejewelled high heels that match your diamond studded collar and earrings. And you are even more mischievous, bringing innocent little mice to Wonder Boy’s Bed…I know, I know…if Jakita can bring her pink Fluffy Bunny and Tigger to bed, why can’t you bring Mini Mouse. There’s rules Gen…follow them.
And you, Brainiac Andy…face it, you have slowed down. It seems the furthest you go these days is to hide in Momma’s peony bushes. The good news is that the trail of feral cats following you and Gen slowed to a trickle and stopped. Yes, you’ve mellowed. I could say even you have turned in to a Suck….every morning you jump in Momma’s lap for a cuddle…what’s that all about…that lap belongs to me, remember?
The other thing I have noticed from way up here on high, once I found my Blue ICloud to Heaven, you both abruptly quit helping Momma walk Jakita…not that she needs your help…you, Gen lying in the middle of the street for a belly rub…and you, Andy, taking off for the creek and not returning till long after the walk was done. I always suspected you were posers, trying to convince Momma, ‘Anything Beau can do, we can do better.’ You heard Momma bragging to the family, the neighbors telling her how cute it was that I went on every walk with you and Jakita and it was all about upmanship…Shame. Shame
Yet it now seems that Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte Charlie is my stiffest competition. I would never have expected that shy, paranoid Charlie could even compete for Momma’s affection…Yet there she is, bold as brass, trying to drink from Momma’s glass, wedging herself beside her in the easy chair, sharing her bed every night, waking her up every morning….don’t get too comfortable, Charlie because once you and Momma reach Heaven, the rules change…I am the King of the Jungle…you can be a Princess, okay?
There is loads more to share and I’ll be back with news from all the other Four Footed here in Heaven who seem to think they have some claim on Momma but, end of day, goes like this:
She belongs to me…I belong to her…in my dreams…
