It has been a few months since my birthday party. Life is great! I get to sit on the window sill and watch the action outside. More birds are fluttering around, little babies with the mama birds. It is all very exciting. I enjoy the quiet life of lounging, eating, napping and bird-watching. Just around the time of my birthday, my humans started talking to me about a new companion. “Oh,” I thought, getting quite excited. “Another feline around the apartment. How cool is that!”
But then, my female human started to talk to me about a “Canine Sister”. What were my humans thinking? A canine? Man, they are soooo uncouth! Mind you, I have only met a few of these canines but they all seemed sloppy.
And my humans started talking about a sister! A sister? Canines are made of a different cloth altogether! We are not of the same family!
We felines are dignified, sophisticated and aloof. But canines! They have a sloppy tongue that hangs out of their months a lot. They use it for all sorts of, well, …….dog-stuff. We felines are elegant and use our tongues to wash ourselves properly and at times we could be convinced to give a “kiss” to our humans.
Then the big day came.My new canine sister arrived at my apartment. With her tongue sloppily hanging out of her mouth (what did I tell you), she wandered into my precious domain- my apartment.
I followed her around to make sure she wasn’t going to do something dog-like- not in my apartment. She just wandered and wandered.
When she sat down, finally, I had the chance to look at her. She seemed harmless enough. And that was my undoing. We ended up greeting each other nose to nose. We started playing a game of catch me if you can.
I have to tell you, having a sister-a canine isn’t so bad. We’ve been very busy playing catch me if you can, roll me over and swat the tale of the canine.
I think, I will have a canine BFF!
