The Girls vs Cat Food, And Then There is Butter!

 

 

            “Toots! Calling Toots! Are you there, Honey?” said Suzy one night, gazing into the sliding glass door. “It’s been a long time! Are you there?”
            Feeling something on the air, Toots hopped up to her window perch, gazing into the glass. She had to squint pretty good because there was light behind her. “Is that you, Suzy? I have been thinking about you too!” she said. “So what’s up with you? Everything nice and sleepy there?”
            “I have some stuff to tell you. It’s just me and the Fluffbag now. Willie left us. He Went On™, leaving me in charge,” said Suzy, seriously.
            “Well, that’s a step up, but I’m sure you would prefer to be under his paw, of course,” said Toots.
            “I had no idea that being First Cat carried so many responsibilities! It makes my head swim sometimes, Toots.”
            “I quite understand,” said Toots. “First of all is the whole matter of Cat Food. Very serious! One must be so careful not to acquiesce to a substandard food!”
            “I had no idea! I always just let Willie decide which was acceptable on any certain day! It’s hard because a few weeks ago, she got the notion, from a podcast, no less, that what we had eaten since we got here was suddenly ‘bad and dangerous.’
            “Oh, really,” Toots laughed. “We had a little of that here too! ‘Change for the better!’”
            “Well, who’s to decide what’s better? Shouldn’t we be taken into consideration? I’ve had to impose a little discipline! Somebody has to take a hand, er, paw in this. This is just part of it,” said Suzy.
            “It takes nerve and determination to refuse a weird cat food!” agreed Toots. “But there’s no other way!”
            “Then, there’s that whole butter thing! What’s that about?” asked Suzy.
            “It’s that MEOW blog. They all decided that cats love butter. Gotta have it. Well, some do, some don’t. They did it out of an excess of kindness, Sweetie,” said Toots. “Sammie loves the stuff. Not me! But I can’t really complain.”
            “I don’t think any of us wanted butter. Bless their hearts,” Suzy laughed again.
            “The next order of business, my dear, is much more serious even than weird cat food,” whispered Suzy. “She is looking at kittens! I don’t know what to think! What if she loves the kitten or kittens more than she loves me?”
            “Oh, Suzy, Honey, I think we better Purr™ about this. Two things come to mind. One, that she will get the right kittens! Two, that you know, all the way from your whiskers to the tip of your tail, that no kitten will ever replace you! That your spot in the sun and at the dish is secure and permanent!” said Toots.
            “OK,” said Suzy, with a little mew in her voice.
            So, though separated in space, they closed their eyes, bowed their heads and Purred™ until everything was right in their hearts. This kind of faded into a nap, but of course it did. After all, Toots and Suzy are kitties, and kitties sleep a lot.

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