She doesn’t call me that now, my new name is Gabby.
They heard all about it when the vet gave me those shots.
I don’t know how I got here. Mom and Aunt Jeni were on
the porch when they saw me limping along the road. I had
a cut on my side and a lump in my tail. For sure I was hit by
Something ‘bout mom was callin’ to me and I sneaked into her
yard. When she came out the next day I had some stuff to tell
her. She pointed her finger at me and went inside. I waited.
She came back with a bowl of water. Aaah.
Now I live in her house like a princess, ‘cept for one thing. I
can tell that mom doesn’t know the first thing about cats. She
wanted to learn from me, only…
I was raised by a man who had dogs and I act just like them. I
don’t purr, knead, jump on the bed or windowsills, etc. And fat
chance gettin’ near me with a brush.
Mom coulda named me Friendly ‘cause I do like everybody, long
as they don’t go to pettin’ too long. Aaand no pickin’ up.
Oh yeah, I heard something ‘bout a paint brush. I like that idea, it
would be fun. Only I don’t think mom would go for it, bein’ I’m just
a kid and all.
Well, that’s my story. For now.
One more thing, mom’s gonna try to trim my nails soon as
the company leaves. I ain’t havin’ it, like to take care
of my own business. Guess I’ll be showin’ my…
see ya ~ gabby
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full