Mama came home all excited from her gym class with Rick! She even gave me an extra scoop of salmon with a tushy rub.
“Minnie Pooh, my love. Rick thinks you should throw your kippah into the ring. What do you think, ketzeleh? Minnie for Governor, yay!”
What do I think? Mama’s impulsive like a human baby sometimes. You never know when she’ll grab at someone else’s bubble gum, only to have it POP in her face & hands. What a mess!
On the other hand (paw), I do have a certain wisdom and acceptance of life on life’s terms that could help this meshuggene state. When I’m hungry and touch one of my paws or both to Mama’s shoulder, depending on how long she ignores me, I remember what my Great Grand-Uncle Bill taught me: “Please admit when stuck.” PAWS!
When you’re hungry, angry, lonely, tired – and who isn’t? – raise your paw and ask for help from the Big Cat Mama in the Sky. I ask Mama for help all the time. When she doesn’t listen, I turn to my BCMS. It’s so much better to ask for help when you’re stuck, don’t you think?
Back to the Governor thing. What a farcockte mess! I have peace of mind, heart, kitty – no fremde tzores here at home. Why would I want to give that up? Hm-mm. Got to think about Mama’s brainstorm. Time for a nap. It’s always good to sleep on it…
True to You 