new cat behavior

 ::Meowwww::

 

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.