One Day “The Visitor” Showed Up

Gabby 0 003 - CopyHi, y’all. I wanted to stay in my room but mom said no,
I gotta come out and tell you that I’m “the visitor.”

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
a car.

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

About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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