A Fool of Myself

Cats conspire to keep us at arm's length.

Ravi received this email from my mother last week:


I’ve been thinking about you and all the Sarah and Chris have been putting you through. How are you REALLY doing? I know what they are saying, but they might be hiding how upset you really are. If you need someone to talk to, just let me know – I’m a good listener.

I can see some benefits for you with a new feline on the scene. No, I’m not just trying to fool you into liking him! How could you think such a think. If you’ll just listen I’ll tell you what I was thinking. You know how you have had sole responsibility to bother Sarah and Christ when they are trying to sleep – well now you don’t have to do that all by yourself. Neither are you alone in putting things out on the floor for them to step on – I know how you like to see them hop around on one foot when they step one a piece of cat food. Then there is the hair thing – just how much hair can one cat be expected to loose and decorate the house with when they keep cleaning it up. It is a wonder you have any hair left after 2 years of interior decorating. And thing of all the times you’ll be able to nap because they are occupied with you know who. Long, long naps I know that is what you like (and tuna treats).

Well I’ve got to go, you know feed Sarah’s previous cat, Sullivan. Oh, she didn’t tell you he was still here – you’ll have to ask her about that and check for his cat hair when she comes home April 25. I know they say they are going to a concert, but I think Sarah needs to come see Sullivan. Don’t worry about Sullivan too much, he is pretty po’d that she left and is gone so long between visits. He gives her the cold shoulder at times and he really doesn’t like being inside ALL the time.

Hope to see you this summer. Hang in there and I’m sure you can find some other things for Mowgli to do. You are my favorite black cat.


I don’t know which is crazier: the fact that I have an email account for Ravi or the fact that my mother sent an email to it.

Cats conspire to keep us at arm’s length.” — Frank Perkins


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