Thursday, June 2, 2011
Hey, It's me, Angel-Kitty!
Did you think I’d ever get back on this contraption? GeezLouise, I do declare! My brother Hurricane’s writing his memoirs and selling his book! Hurricane-this and Hurricane-that! I now see that being the baby of the family is truly going to impact my self-esteem and I have a gripe. Well, maybe not one, but two or maybe more: I'll keep you posted!
Hurricane walks through the neighborhood and people say things like ‘Oh Hurricane, you are such a handsome boy!’ and ‘Hurricane, you can always come home with us!’ Blah, blah, blah…
Well, take him home with you PLEASE so I can get some peace from all this mumble-jumble about Hurricane. Having an older brother who is quite the STUD is damaging to my self-worth. I have to fight for every morsel of attention and every toy I own; which really, I don’t have a lot.
Did I tell you about my security string? Well, I have these special strings that I just adore. I clutch them in my mouth very daintily, I might add- through the house and WHA-LAH, instant entertainment! Nee Nee and Daddy informed me that there is one in every room of the house and that should be good enough. But hey, Hurricane has an entire basket of toys which are strewn between each room. So why are MY strings such a problem?
I’ll tell you why…that dog steals my strings and does anybody care? NOoooo!
Nee Nee even put my next favorite toy; a wadded up piece of paper (yeah, I know-I have such expensive tastes in play things!) on the end of one of my strings and hurls it across the hardwood floors. I run after it and skate across the room on my bottom; what fun! I proceed to transport it back to her and the process begins again.
UNTIL Hurricane wants to join in and then he captures my string in his mouth and slobbers all over my paper and runs under the bed hiding: CHICKEN!
‘Dang-it Hurricane! Do you have to ruin everything?’
Brothers…I have one for sale if you want one! Perhaps I’ll give him to you for a string~