So there I was, minding
my own business,
enjoying this lovely
cushion
on this lovely
rocking chair,
when suddenly,
there he was:
The Three Year Old
You would think he
would want
to bother
ol'
Fluffy,
but noooo
Not only did he want
to be with me,
he also
wanted to
BE ME.
He walked around
announcing:
"I'm Pişi! I'm Pişi!"
and then
he'd meow
and hiss.
I tried
hissing
at him,
but that only made him
want to be me
even more.
I never once
saw him
bother ol'
Fluffy--
oh, I should say
Squeak
You know, I should tell you:
I actually have
another name for her.
Squeak,
that is.
The BTLO
is only vaguely aware that I,
Pişi, have renamed
Fluffy, and her other name
isn't Fluffy.
Though I do call her that sometimes.
But other times, I call her
Beyza.
It's a Turkish name.
It means:
very white.
You know, sometimes
she seems
so white to me,
she disappears.
Anyway,
ol' Beyza
had a grand old time over Thanksgiving,
and I had the delight
of entertaining
a Three Year Old
who thought he was me,
when he didn't think he was
a Tiger.
My solution:
sleep.
Just keep right on
sleeping.
Eventually,
he would go away. . . .
of turkey,
and we got all
of the giblets.
What else can you ask for?
with love,
from
Pişi and Squeak (aka: Beyza/aka: Fluffy)
4 comments:
Giblets make up for a lot of things...including intruding three year olds!
You showed great restraint, Pisi. I'm sure the BTLO appreciated you not clawing the Three Year Old.
Pisi, we would have hidden somewhere safe, like under a bed, so we think you were quite brave!
Well, another great benefit Pisi has is that she's deaf. She can sleep through vacuum cleaners and three year olds, but also can be caught off guard, poor thing! Thanks for your great ideas, from Pisi & Squeak
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