Husband and I often spend our evenings pondering deep subjects, like our cats. Here is what we came up with last night. We were thinking mainly about our youngest cat, Millie, who loves her life and is so joyous. Think I Enjoy Being a Girl.
I’m a cat and by me that is only great! I am proud that my tail is swishy. That I walk with a panther-like grace and charm, and my cat toys are soft and squishy.
When I have a brand new grocery bag, that I hide in and lie real flat, Then I swipe at their feet and bite their toes. I enjoy being a cat.
I sharpen my claws on Mom’s new purse, Then she tells me to run and scat. So I knock all the pens down on the floor. I enjoy being a cat.
I’m strictly a long haired tortoiseshell, and my future I hope will be, on a cushion upon the window seat, with some nice cat nip to smell, cat nip to chew, catnip to eat, for me.
Who have you known who totally enjoyed being themselves. Tell some stories about animals or people you have known.