You remember my cat, Mimi, right? Well, tomorrow is her birthday. She’s turning 3! Imagine that! Can’t believe we’ve already had her that long. Well, we talked over lunch what we would do for this very special day. Well, it may not be that special for her, except that we usually get her a little special meat pate that she loves, but it is really extra special for us because it’s the day we’re celebrating her into the world and if she wasn’t here how sad we would be. She’s the most beautiful cat and we love her so much and… Well, and we’ll find any occasion (or excuse) to party, heehee.
Last year Brother got her a book about “patience”. She needed that. She would meow and meow for her food an hour or 2 before it was even feeding time. I got her a book on “sharing” because well, she’s the boss, we all know that but she had to learn to share the house a little with us humans too. Now, she’s gotten a bit better at that. I guess those stories did work after all.
About couches and beds, she knows they aren’t for her, except she can go on Brother’s and my beds cause we don’t mind. And we usually fight who’s bed she will get to sleep on each night. She’s the boss and she decides that! But she’ll usually take turns which is kinda nice for us.
Anyway, back to Mimi’s birthday plan… I really have no idea of what to get her this year. A new bed basket? (though she has one) A cat scratcher? (she never used the one she had) A cat toy? (she barely even plays with them anymore.) Any ideas? Please help! Who else is crazy enough to plan a pet party? Anyone out there? Or is it just me and our crazy family? I guess we’ll soon find out.
I’m here again talking about babysitting. Well, sometimes I have one little girl and sometimes I have two at once. They’re sisters and adorable as can be. The older one, who is just 3, wants to do all the big girl things that I do, especially when I have just her to babysit. So today I decided we will have a beauty salon. It’s only on special rare occasions that I get to put on make up, but babysitting is one of those rare occasions, isn’t it? It’s almost as special as going to a wedding or someone’s birthday party. I’m not actually doing it for myself, but I’m really doing it for someone else. To her it’s called “dress up like a princess” or “becoming a queen”. Imagine if I had that for a job? I realized, after the make-up job, that I really did need more practice, especially if I wanted to ever do it on a princess or a queen. To confirm this, the little girl I babysat, ran to tell her mom with a big beautiful smile on her face, that she was becoming a clown princess. How’s that for a compliment?
After the make-up ordeal, that I realized needed way more practice on myself first, before I do it on anyone else, ever. I should ask Mom to let me do this make-up thing so that I can get better at it. It will be a little hard if I can’t practice doing it until I’m allowed to actually wear it. I’ll be as bad off as I am now. Or maybe…? Maybe she’ll let me do it on her. That’s a great idea!
So we put on make up and then we put on nail polish. The problem is that this little girl wants to do it all herself. I helped her with the make up thing, but the nail polish, well, she has to do it all by herself, she does! She gets close enough to her finger nails and toe nails, along with plenty of finger and toe of course, but it just makes her more colorful that’s all. I hope her mom won’t mind too much. It was enough with the “clown princess”. Later, I realized that her mom loved her no matter what she looked like. That reminds me of Jesus’ love for me. He cares about me even if I look like a clown face, not knowing how to put on make-up. He loves me for being me.
Mom and dad finally gave a YES for getting a cat. And it was the best Christmas present ever ever!!! The cutest white fluffy kitten, all for our very own. And best of all, I could dolly her up. I wrapped her up in blankets and rocked her to sleep in my arms. Then I took her for a ride in my dolly stroller (from when I was young). She loved that!! Once a day I dressed her up with my dolly clothes. My favorite outfit was this little flowery dress with a cute little bonnet. Of course she didn’t last too long with it on, until she wiggled her way out of the clothes, but sometimes she’d even fall asleep in it. This was the best doll of all for it was real.
I just didn’t like the part she wiggled out of my arms when she heard Mom cooking in the kitchen. That meant she’d be meowing for at least an hour until it was HER lunch time. For bedtime, Brother and I had to take turns sleeping with her but she usually preferred sleeping with him. Not fair. But maybe it was because I’d spend more time with her during the day. She probably felt she needed some bonding time with everyone in our family and since he was quite a bit more active during the day, the night suited well for her being with him. Dad and Mom usually slept with their door open until Mimi came along. Then they had to keep it closed because she’d wake them up in the morning sometimes as early as 5:30, meowing for food. She knew that mom was the chef in our house, so she always made sure to get her permission for food, even though it was usually Brother and I who ended up feeding her, or we were supposed to anyway.
I liked feeding her for the first few days but then it got boring having to do the same thing everyday. My brother fed him for a little longer than that, thank goodness. Otherwise she might very well be dead now. And finally, Dad and Mom had to take up the torch of feeding her because Brother also got bored of feeding her.
I’m just eternally grateful Mom hasn’t gotten bored of feeding us. Or even if she has, she keeps doing it anyways. I hope I can be a better mom to my kids when I have kids than to how I’ve been mothering my cat. Well, she’s just not mine fully, you see. So there isn’t as much incentive to taking care of her. My brother has his share of work to do too and since he’s older I think he should get more of the share. I can help play with her sometimes and rock her to sleep or let her have some space on my bed when she wants to relax there. That’s a big help already.