Sheez! Mama pulled a fast one on me. Three times this morning, on Shabbat yet, she tried to feed me a pill that would choke a horse. I spit it out, of course, every time. The nerve of her!
“I’ll show her!” I vowed. Through my kitty door under Mama’s desk I passed, determined to make a point – a poop, rather – not in the catio litter box but on the very first step – bullseye – out the bedroom door onto my catio. BTW, it was a spectacular turd: long, twisted like a corkscrew, slimy. “Let Mama fall on that!” I swelled with pride. After all, I am a first cousin to all lions, the proudest of the pride. I hopped onto Mama’s deck chair, daring her to push me off. Oh-oh. I hear her open the bedroom door to my catio right now. Will she fall? Will she stop feeding me? Will she put me out on the front porch like Sox, Binx, and Nero who were dumped by their humans years ago? OMG: The “Committee” in my head told me things I didn’t want to hear. I was just about to re-enter the kitty door back to my chair when …
(To be continued, Day 10…)
True to You 