I've been enjoying the dry warm days of late summer. The weather has been purrfect! Mom picked some of the basil I grew and she made a batch of pesto. She thanked me since it wouldn't have been possible without my garden paw and tender loving care.
Which brings me to a point...
You may have read the nonsense posted by my brothers earlier this week, all claiming to be mom's favorite. I hate to burst their bubble, because I'm nice that way, but I know the truth.
Mom loves ME best! Not that I like to brag or anything. I'm a rather modest cat and I don't much like the attention. I prefer to be low key. My purr is tender and sweet. You may not know this but I too sing to toys in the middle of the night. It's not just Cory. I don't sing opera, but I sing light pop...very sweet and not very complicated.
I love my garden and all the plants and bugs and trees and grass all love me. I spend my days in the garden, but come in before dark. I play a game with mom and dad and I pretend I don't want to come in. I let them chase me for a few seconds and then I flop and make them carry me inside. I would hate to spend the night outside.
I was homeless once and I know what it feels like to be alone in the dark. I hated it.
So not only does my mom love me best, my dad loves me best and the best of all? Grete loves me best too! As my good pal Alfie Marshall would say...Fact!