It’s my mom’s birthday, so I told her I would do a post for her tonight so that she completes her current blog challenge. Recently, she wrote a story about how she’s like me—Clive, her cat. So, for her birthday, I thought it was only fitting that I told you how I have become like her.
- I love to be right up in my loved ones space! I’m so thankful for them! I know she is thankful for me too—I made her top 10 list of things she is thankful for! I show my love much of the time by sniffing faces, settling on laps or laying on their chests. I do this most often if she has her laptop.I see her do that to my dad, though, too! So, I learned that interrupt whatever is happening if I want love. My dad can be working on his blog, which tells of their adventures together, and she walks up to him, and sits on his lap and asks, “What are you doing?” AND I’ve seen my dad do the same thing to her, too—but this post is about how I am like my mom.
- I beg for food if I smell something good. I also learned this from my mom. If my dad has something on his plate that she wants, He must share, or she will take it! But she always asks first. And that’s all I’m doing when I meow when my parents eat! I’m asking many times! But, if they don’t give me any, I’ll eventually try to get up on the table and take my share.
- I love gazing out the window on a beautiful day when the sun is shining. I see my mom look out the window longingly as she is waiting for the words to come that she writes. I watch her close her eyes and warm her face in the sunshine. I do that too, after I look at everything—I just bask in it. That’s why mom mom loves where we live now—that’s up on a hill. We have beautiful views of trees and the sun and the woods, with windows on three sides of the room where she typically sits during the day.
- I love bird watching. My dad calls my mom “bluebird queen” because she loves bluebirds and because they played a part in her coming to Tennessee. But that’s another story she will have to tell. I love watching the bluebirds, robins, cardinals, blackbirds and any other bird I see outside. I meow at them quietly and wag my tail, but they don’t seem to hear me.
- I go through many hair ties . Mom is always putting these things in her hair, and taking her hair down again and leaving the hair tie wherever she is—and she thinks they disappear. Hair ties are my absolute favorite toy. I take them. I chase them all over the floor until they go under a piece of furniture. But she doesn’t see where they go and I can’t them out of there. Whenever we move next, we will find all the lost hairties, and have great fun!
- I am most content at home, but I long to get outside, too. My mom works at home, and she has to go run an errand just to get out sometimes so she can see the outside world. I totally get that. I want to get outside everytime a door opens. I always get right to the door, but then one of my humans blocks me from getting out. Then I remember that they are in there or I know they will come back, and I am comforted—because my number one priority is to just be with them.
- I am comforted by talking to my people. When mom feeds me, I say thank you. When she calls me, I perk up. When she calls my name and pats her lap or rubs her chest, I come. I know her signals for wanting love—and I’m happy to oblige.
I love you Mom, and I hope me writing the blog today for your birthday has made you feel special.
Mom is taking a few days off from projects, but she wanted me to tell you that if you have a writing or editing project that you need done, please feel free to check out her Website, cowriterpro.com. You can read her blog posts there about writing, view her online portfolio and contact her. She’ll be back at it again soon.