This is Tiger and I gotta tell you it’s not easy being the oldest cat in the family. They let that boy run wild and do things I would never have gotten away with. Times change I guess.
Flying around the house. Howling at the top of the stairs. Climbing on the roof for Pete’s sake!
‘O isn’t he cute?’ Sue gushes to Bob as she runs to fetch her camera.
Benji on the printer. Benji watching TV. Benji this and Benji that.
Benji. Benji. Benji.
Spoiled. Completely spoiled.
Now do not think I am jealous. No, no, I would never go back if I could. I continue to maintain my dignity. So what if I put on a few pounds. They will sustain me in the lean years to come. Maybe I can’t move as fast as I used to, but what’s the big hurry after all? Speed must be tempered by wisdom. It is wisdom to contemplate, to reflect. To stop and smell the roses, if you will. (And the lavender. And the catmint. But I digress.)
These eyes have seen many things that Benji cannot even imagine for he is still young. And they are still the only green eyes in this house (and most handsome I am told.)
I know Sue still loves me and she is doing the best she can with the boy. He was a rescue cat after all and has a chopped ear. It will take him time to overcome.
Still handsome after all these years and with both ears intact,
Gee, I didn’t know he was so sensitive.