She’s precious. When
the kids were younger, she was a not just a pet. She was like a little sibling to them. Many made up bed time stories were about
her. Every night she sleeps with one of
the kids; and when they’re not home, she has to sleep with me. She’s not aloof; she’s loving and sweet and never
met anyone she didn’t like – as long as they scratch her head. She’s a perfect pet. Out most of the day, but inside when I get
home. She’s a great companion. On long stretches without the kids, she’s a
little being to come home to. Someone to
say hi to, feed and take care of – even if that chore is so small. It’s the fact that she’s there. She gifts me with her cries and purrs next to
me. There is never a lonely day with
her.
Oh we’ve had our moments.
Like the time the house became infested with fleas and we were eaten
alive by the parasites. It took bombs,
sprays, baths, and a lot of praying. We
just didn’t know what to do. Or the time
when she took up biting. Of course, not
having any history or point of reference, we just didn’t know that we were
there to please her. Scratching her head
for a few seconds didn’t work for her, so she took to biting. Silly humans!
But no matter what she brings, Meems is still the perfect little girl!
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