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Once upon a time, there lived a kitten;
And with her human, she was smitten. He petted her and gave her treats; He knew that cat just loved to eat. Every day he brought her toys; She loved him back, she brought him joy. The years went by, as time does pass; The two grew older, when at last. Another kitten entered their life; At first the old cat felt some strife. But then at last the two got along; And now their bond is very strong. They love their daddy with all of their hearts; They never want to be apart. So on this night, give an extra hug; To your own human who gives you love.
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This little photo could be very true. Humans walk into pet stores all the time, or wonderful places like Animal Friends or the Humane Society. All the kitties line up, doing their best to impress you as you walk by. A few of us will stick a paw outside the cage as if trying to get your attention. Others of us, will purr and rub against our prison in an attempt to lure you into feeling sorry for us. And there are those of us who choose the aloof route. We pretend that we really don't care as you walk by, ignoring you as if it doesn't matter a bit that you may not choose us.
It is very special when you choose one of us, or in most cases, when we choose one of you humans. The two of us bond over new adventures in a new home. If you have other pets, we must get used to them, and hopefully we all get along as one big, happy family. You feed us, nurture us, take us to vet appointments when needed. You whisper sweet nothings into our perky ears, and in return we give you unconditional love and acceptance. So, please take care of us. The kitties who are adopted, the ferals outside your homes, the stray cat hanging around just a little too much. Some of us have sad stories. Sometimes there was someone who just didn't want us anymore. But we're glad we have you now. We thank you for choosing us and making us feel loved and wanted. Did ya ever sit there having a case of "the Lonleys?" A time when you felt sorry for yourself because nobody else was available to chat with, or share a tuna treat with. A time you were so bored you actually went to sleep early since there was nothing else to do.We all have those moments. Sometimes it's our own fault, we had a fight with someone and we've put distance between ourselves and them. Other times it's not our own choosing, and everyone is busy.
It's times like this, we need to rely on our creative juices, so to speak. Are you bored? Then find a new hobby. For me, this is easy. My sister Vision, in the above photo, went to the Rainbow Bridge a few years ago. At first, I couldn't think of anything else but missing her. As time went on, I found other things to occupy my time, like bugging the human. Yes, let me tell you, this is great fun. There are so many ways to do this. Let me point out a few. When human is having their silly computer time when they truly most ignore us cats, this is when you must be especially amusing. Walk across their keyboard. This causes all sorts of random letters to appear on their screen. It's also great exercise as it usually gets you picked up and placed onto the floor. Try it a few times. You may even get a bribe out of the deal such as, "Piggy, if you stop jumping up here, I'll give you some treats." You can also try the ever popular meowling at the most unusual times. Such as three in the morning when said human is sleeping. This is most likely payback for some stupid infraction they caused such as forgetting to clean the litter box or some other major disaster. This, too, is most often a great time for a bribe. Your human may even keep a treat bag near them for just such an occasion. When all else fails, you may even want to snuggle with them for a minute or two. Let them think you are their best friend, just like Fido. Then, when the human is least expecting it, jump off their lap, tail in the air, and ignore every attempt of their futile incessant calling. "Piggy, come back here. Piggy, you were keeping me warm. I love you, Piggy." Yeah, yeah....that is, until the words, "Piggy, I'll give you an extra treat," come into play. All in all, you, too, can find some creative ways to amuse yourself in lonely moments. And oh, if you have another cat in your home, enlist their help too. They are usually more than willing to gang up on the human. After all, we felines have to stick together. Another Christmas has come and gone. This year I think I was pretty crafty and creative with some holiday songs and poems of my own. Though I borrowed the tune from several old ditties, I gave my own spin to some of them. I'd like to share a few with you: Twas the day before Christmas, and all thru my house, Nothing was stirring, not even Melvin, the mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney you see, In hopes that some treats would be left there for me. Matt was nestled all snug in his bed, While visions of chicken danced in my head.... (Yep! that about sums it up!) Here's another: Sing along to the tune of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer!! I'm Piggy the pink-nosed kitty, I have a very pink, wet nose. And if you ever saw me, You'd like to take me home. All of the other kitties, Think they're pretty special, true? But this crazy, silly Piggy, wants to say that she loves you! To the tune of Deck the Halls: Deck my halls and give me treatsies, I just want to eat eat eatsie! Give them here, give them now, don't delay. If you don't I'll bite your feetsies.. falalalalalalalala!!! And a short one: Silver bells....silver bells....it's kitten time in the city... Ringaling.....here them ring....soon it will be catnip day! All in all, I love to have fun. But sometimes I do share a heartfelt moment or two. As a little gift to you, I leave you with a small snippet from a chapter in my book about a very special Christmas visit: Piggy curled around on the fuzzy blanket laying her head into her paws; her whipcord tail curled around herself and fell into blissful slumber. Awakening much later, Piggy noticed how dim it was in the room, almost as if the light had been sucked right out of the day. Fat, lazy snowflakes began falling. Feathery, lacey, they cascaded through the air, lighting on bushes and grass. Piggy jumped from the couch onto the window sill, her breath making frosty fog on the glass. Brrr, it’s really cold in here now. She thought about the Christmas holiday, only a few short weeks away. It had always been one of her favorite times of the year. In the past she’d always enjoyed watching Matt and his uncle decorating, watching them pile colorful, wrapped presents under the tree. Most of all, Piggy liked guessing which ones were for her. Matt had a small artificial Christmas tree in the corner of their new living room. Colorful twinkle lights covered every branch and homemade ornaments from his youth hung from tiny hooks. When he wasn’t looking, Piggy pawed at the fake bark of the tree and batted at the hanging decorations. She couldn’t wait for the silly cartoons Matt watched year after year: The Grinch, Frosty, and Rudolph. She loved the festive music her human played day and night. Nothing was better though, than all the foods that would soon come through their door. Matt’s mom and grandma made the most wonderful treats during the holiday. Christmas Eve was best since they prepared several types of fish. Piggy’s mouth watered just thinking about it all. She loved the attention and warmth as Matt’s family gathered together. Humans are very fortunate to have such a wonderful time of the year. The snow fell harder outside, blanketing every surface as Piggy continued watching and daydreaming. The wind raged and blew the sparkling diamonds of white all around. A huge burst of wind gusted and the front door to the house flew open. What on earth? Piggy crouched down, her ears flattened to her head, a ball of fear in her stomach. She’d never seen such a thing happen before. Didn’t Matt lock up behind himself this morning? Tufts of snow swirled into the house, the wind pushing with great force. A tiny bell on the Christmas tree tinkled as the wind blew past Piggy. She sat immobile, terrified at what she was seeing. Just as suddenly as the wind had picked up, it stopped. Snow lay on the hardwood floor of the living room in crunchy piles. Piggy, a bit wary, though curious, hopped down from her perch to investigate. “Hello Piggy.” She stopped cold in her tracks, a most familiar voice calling her name. “Piggy, it’s me. Look.” Where the door stood open and the snow lay upon the floor, a velvet gray cat sat staring at her. Piggy blinked once, twice, trying to clear her sight. The cat smiled at her; large golden eyes alight with humor. A soft glow emanated from around her. “How are you dear sister?” The voice was music to Piggy’s ears. The lovely, familiar voice which had been with her through thick and thin, good times and bad. It can’t be. “Vision? My goodness. How can this be? You’re uh, you’re. . .” Piggy shook herself. “May I come in?” the gray cat asked as if it was the most normal question in the world. She didn’t wait for Piggy to answer and padded through the carpet of snow before her. Vision stopped right in front of Piggy and touched her with a delicate paw. “Oh Piggy, it’s grand to see you!” Vision rubbed herself against her sister, purring. Piggy began crying then and laid a paw over her back. The soft feel of her velvet coat was such a welcome touch. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and a feeling she would never be able to describe. The sniffling slowed, and the cats smiled, joyful to be in each other’s company. “I have so much to tell you,” Vision said. “I only have a short time though.” She looked around the room. “This is a lovely home. I’m happy for you and Matt.” The cats jumped onto the couch, Piggy forgetting the fact the front door stood wide open. It wasn’t cold in the room though. “How has your life been, sister dear?” Vision asked. Piggy spoke then about her newer friends, Melvin, Rolf, and all the creatures that had helped rescue her pal during such a dark time. “I’m so pleased,” Vision said, her soft voice holding a touch of higher speech, almost as if she’d gone to school and learned how to talk more distinctly. Piggy would think later that her sister seemed almost regal. She carried herself with a different air than when she’d known her and loved her all the years they’d been together. Vision laid a paw over her sister. “I want you to know there’s so much more than what your eyes see, Piggy. There’s a whole new world, the rainbow bridge and beyond. I thought you should know.” She sighed, a sad smile on her pretty face, her white whiskers almost shining. “This time of the year, Christmas, is very special. Treat it special. Treat those you love with respect and kindness. It all comes back to you my dear sister.” “Vision, have I done something wrong?” Piggy asked, pulling away from her sister. “Oh no, Piggy, no. This is my gift to you. This is the magic of the Christmas season. I chose to spend it with you whom I loved more than any other creature.” Vision began licking her paw and washing it over Piggy’s head just as she’d done so many times before. Piggy lay back basking in her radiance and warmth. The feel of her sister’s touch comforting her. “Can you stay?” Piggy whispered. “Please, I don’t want to lose you again.” “I’m never far away,” Vision said. “Don’t worry about anything, and remember to live every day to the fullest. Have fun and laugh often. And by all means, be open to different things. Life changes so easily and sometimes if we open ourselves to something new, it may be for the best.” Vision hopped down from the couch. The day had grown still while she’d been speaking and now the wind picked up once again. A blustery gust blew in, the bell on the Christmas tree tinkled once more and Vision was gone, just like that. Piggy closed her eyes hoping when she opened them, her sister would be there before her again. This time there was nothing. The front door was closed as if it had never been blown open. The snow stopped falling and Piggy heard the sound of a car door just then. Surely, I’ve been dreaming. . . (Hope you enjoyed my Christmas gift to you, friends! Love ya, Piggy) Oooh, I'm getting pretty excited. Lots of hustle bustle around my house. The human put up a little Christmas tree and it looks downright cozy!
I don't know what all the hubbub is about with you folks worrying about cats and Christmas trees. Seriously. I never touched one in my life. My sister, Goober, well, she's a different story. Unusually curious, she has to steal ornaments, knock them down, play with them. I just don't get it. Now, if there was catnip in the tree, perhaps, I'd be all about it. Of if the human used bags of Whisker Lickens or something of that sort to decorate, yeah, I'd probably knock the darn tree over in my attempt at jacking the "ornaments." As for my human, he has nothing to fear from me. I'll leave the pretty tree alone, just admiring it from afar, watching as my sister gets into trouble yet another time. Hope your attempts at decorating are working out for you and your pets. Remember to give us extra attention during the holidays because sometimes we kinda get lost in the shuffle. And by all means, give us an extra treat! Woohoo! Just wanted to share with you all a most pawesome review of my book! This editorial review gets to the "heart" of what my story is all about! Hope you enjoy this and please pick up a copy of your own Piggy book!
Review Reviewed By Jane Finch for Readers' Favorite Piggy by Karen Malena is a delightful story involving a cat and a mouse and their unusual friendship. Goober, a mother cat, has an adopted kitten, Peanut, and she entertains him by telling him the story of Piggy the cat and a mouse named Melvin. The story involves an assortment of other animals and takes the reader on a journey into the animal world. In a clever twist, Peanut finds out that the story his mother is telling him has far more meaning than he expected, and that someone close to him is involved in a way he had not imagined. The idea of the mother cat soothing her restless kitten with a story is charming, and the story itself is captivating. This is a clever story that, although probably aimed at middle-grade age, would be lovely read to a younger child by a parent. I also think older children and even adults would enjoy the story and the antics of the animals. The author, Karen Malena, has done a really good job of weaving in a few life lessons. The fact that a cat and a mouse can be friends shows the importance of friendships and helping one another, even though the perception would be that they would be enemies. This is a gentle book with a story that is fun and enjoyable and also an exciting adventure. It's also about caring for one another and not always taking things on face value. I think it would make a perfect bedtime story where the reader could explain the story and its interpretations to a younger child. Many thanks for a great review! This Piggy cat's smiling! Here it is, Sunday night. I must admit I'm extremely purrplexed about something. Why is it that my little sister Goober has so much energy? I mean, I take care of myself, wash daily, eat the right foods and get plenty of exercise. But no matter what, she always has to outdo me in every way. She jumps higher, runs faster and doesn't appear to need sleep as much as I do.
Well, I'm not as young as I once was. But I'll tell you what. There's something to be said for being an older but wiser cat. I don't make the mistakes I used to by poking my whiskers into places I shouldn't. Try crawling behind a furnace or some other dark, damp place and see what sort of riff raff clings to your whiskers. Young Goober hasn't learned that yet though. To her, the house is her playground and she'll poke and prod whatever corner she wants. Hey, someday she's gonna realize you can't do whatever you feel like. Take for instance the pool table. Yeah, when she was younger, she'd climb right into the pockets around the table. Not so anymore. But does that stop her? Nope. She thinks she can still cram that body into the holes. I'm sure someday she'll be yowling as she begs me to rescue her. You know where I'll be? Sipping a tall, cold glass of milk, and eating tuna bon bons while I meow my butt off. A little Piggy humor, for all my great new peeps;
Let's hope your day is bright and our friendship is for keeps. You know I like to rhyme some words every once in a while; It's only 'cause I really like to see my friends all smile. So here's to your day, may it be a lot of fun; And when it's over, to your computer you must run. Remember to stop by and give this Piggy lots of attention; Like my comments, be my friend, and your name I might mention. It's time to have some awesome snacks, for now my prose must end; I love you guys and want to thank you for being this cat's friend. The day my human brought home a squirming, mewling box and laid it at my feet with joy and glee upon his face, I wondered, hmmm, is this something wonderful? Is it some sort-of interactive toy purrhaps?
Nope! The box was filled with a silly grey kitten, a most annoying one I might add. the little fiend tried to make friends with me right away, tried to get me to actually play with it.....oh the inhumanity! When Goober, as the kitten came to be known, tried laying next to me, purring and looking at me with those big eyes of hers, well, okay, I guess you could say my hard exterior cracked a bit. She was rather sweet, though a bit too frisky for an older cat like me. Living with Goober as she's grown in the last year has taught me a lot of things. Mostly tons of patience. But she's brought something to me as well. Joy and humor. She is a fun little furball, and she makes me feel young again. She lets me bathe her and take care of her which is a natural instinct for me. And she shares her food bowl which is most important, since I am the alpha cat after all. The moral of the story is this: give another kitten a chance. You never know in your loneliness if they won't be the best new friend or sister or brother that you've ever had. Life just wouldn't be the same without Goober and I'm glad my human brought her home. Food. Yep, that's it. I like it, I want it, I'll do most anything to get it. I'll bug my human, Matt and make terrible screeching noises if he sleeps in. I'll snatch chicken wings when he's not looking, I'll poke my paw into his pizza, I'll stir his ice cream in his bowl when his head is turned.
Yep. I love thinking of creative ways to taste new things, find new snacks, and invent clever ideas to deter the human while I sneak into the kitchen, or sometimes, in his case, the stuff he leaves by his computer in his room. When I'm really lucky, Matt lets me taste some of the food on his plate. Like the time he was eating Chinese food. Nope, not for me. But I do like Spaghettio's and occasionally I've been known to pull a Dorito or two from the bag left unattended. I haven't earned my name for nothing, you see. It's all about the food...the treats...the snacks....Excuse me now, my mouth is drooling just thinking about it. Gotta see what interesting items Matt has out for dinner. Oh, I'll be back...after my belly's full and of course a delicious cat nap. |
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