Seemed to be a special day yesterday for the two-legged bringers of food, so despite this being their job, mine is rather exceptional, so I thought I’d actually start writing again for her. After all, her vocabulary tutelage has rather dwindled these last few months and goodness know, she could use it.
This week’s word: Mom
Mom: This is not a word that we felines use, except with the feline that conceived us, washed us and fed us, in those first few days of life. My two-legger refers to herself as my Mom, which leads me to believe that Moms are the creatures that feed us and respond to our every whim. I refer to my two-legger as my servant, so maybe Moms are that, only I get a feeling that there is something more. Really hate to admit it, for fear that it will get my two-legger to big for her bridges, but I do believe that something more is Love.
‘My two-legger is somewhat of an exceptional Mom, as she acts as a wonderful heating blanket every night (only someone should really tell her that to be a blanket, she shouldn’t move), she cuts me up the succulent green little tree-like things, and she’s always there for a hug when I need one.’
My 'Mom' in all of cuddliness. Someone just needs to tell the silly two-legger next to her to move on. Those are my hugs.
~FFR
