Mama comes home

Well I think my mini-vacation from Mama is about to end this week. It’s a shame that I was sick for part of it because I could really use another week to make up for all that lost time tending my fever and sniffles. I think Stelle (my beloved kitty) is actually quite fed up with me too. I spied her trying to break into Mama’s room and stick her paws under the bedroom door in an attempt to seek out Mama.

Admittedly, I’m a bit of a hermit. If I have the place to myself why in the world would I go out in the cold? But, in fact, I am also a bit quiet too (note: my family will no doubt disagree with this statement-truth is, I’m like a bull in a china shop and the more I try to be quiet, the more pots and pans I drop!). But, I don’t use the TV and I rarely play music or talk on the phone, so the poor kitty is probably bored out of her little kitty brain with all this silence.

When Mama is here, the TV is blasting, the kitchen is a disaster zone and the phone never stops ringing. I have to hide food from her otherwise there is nothing left in the morning when I wake up. And I am pretty sure that she still sneaks raw meat to the cat occasionally even though I have told her not too. No wonder the little fur ball is looking for “Grandma”. Can you imagine if I actually had real kids? I’d be up all night wondering why the little darlings can’t sleep only to find empty coke cans under their little beds.

I guess I better enjoy these last few days of freedom and throw a party or something so that my cat doesn’t trade me in for the more exciting and eccentric raw meat pushing Mama.


About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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2 Responses to Mama comes home

  1. “Can you imagine if I actually had real kids?”

    Coke cans would be the least of your worries LOL

  2. eloradaphne says:

    Raw meat pusher? mama? genius leah…pure genius!

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