Mew

(Asking Eleanor about living here.)

Oh, um, hello... wait, what are you doing? ahhhhh... hands from above! (runs away)

(some time later)

Oh, hi, I'm here, don't worry. Gonna stand on you for this, 'k? Um, whoo, early days, all a blur. Oh, yeah, nice massage, tell you anything. Lemme get right under your arm... yeah, snug and warm. Eleanor? Yeah, that's what you say when you give me food, right? It's nice.

Right, right, shelter. I think there was another house too. Lots of people all the time. Lots of cats all over. Which is cool, totally cool, most of 'em. Some are scary, and take me places, put me places, no one really plays with me much, cats bite and big people shove me around in boxes. Not most of them, no, most of them pet me nice, and kids play with me and love me. But, whew! what a lot of bother most of the time, no real quiet places, nothing feels really safe. Some mean people, mean cats, loud machines.

No, I don't remember the day I met you two, figured it was just one more place, I guess. Didn't know it would be home, or I'd have remembered better. I remember getting better food, and you brushed the knots out of the fur on the side of my face, I was too scared to object, and it did feel nice after. I remember better food, and lovely nip! And toys, you had lots of toys, just for me, and a soft place to sleep in that room with the door. I could smell another cat, I guess, but I was so used to that, I didn't really think about it, probably. I remember the good food, crunchy and tasty and as much as I wanted! Oh, and that amazingly soft blanket, could not stop suckling it, so soft...

Well, so I met the other cat, cute old guy, I could tell he was nice, and I just wanted to be around him. He didn't seem to want to play, even though I bopped him in the friendliest way ever. Well, I guess I also bopped him when he stared at me too much, but couldn't he tell it was a different bop!? Grwrling and hissing at me, did he really mean that? Dunno, seemed like he was scared, of me! WTF?

Gotta go run around, back later...

(some time later)

Ok, so I lurve Moby! OMG, he is so cute! Even his hiss is kind, so wise and funny. He's faster than he looks, too. Can't catch me when I'm running, but I have to give it all I have, I'm very, very quick. I do the head roll on him, and bat at him, and he just nibbles at my paws, so sweet! I wish he'd let me lick him and snuggle up, but some cats are like that, maybe one day.

Oh, oh, that first night you let me out of the room with the door, and you sleep on a bed! I knew what that was, so I took up my position between your backs. Bliss. Can I call you mom? Oh, well, I'll just think of you that way then. You really are good at massage.

Took me a little longer to really appreciate the male human, he's much gentler and maybe a little afraid of me. He's nice to sit on when we are next to the Treat Table. I like that table, it's where you two eat interesting food, and sometimes share cheese with me! And treats, yum.

Oh, oh, and the windows! I love the windows. So many people and cats and dogs going by all the time, and water to lick off it when it's cold, wonderful. 'Scusemeitchitchitch.

I love the geometry of this place, so many trajectories to calculate for some very interesting leaps and slides, fabulous angles, I do love working out the numbers in my head.

What else? Um. Just keep petting me, I'm thinking... mice, rug to chew, you chuckle pleasantly, oh, right there, that's nice... um, ummm, um-ummm, um-ummmmm, um-ummmmmmmmmmmmm



(She's asleep.)