No Pictures, Please
I’m very happy to let you all know that we’ve had several long-time residents adopted. Uncle Jared’s pals Seti and Murray were adopted, along with Boudica, Gater, and Frankie, to name a few. I asked Staff Mom Jann, “When is it my turn to go to a forever home?” She said she didn’t have an answer to that one. I then asked, “With all these long time residents gone, can I throw my weight around with some of the new recruits?” She said, “If you can do this when your favorite Uncle Jared is not here, then I have no problem with this; however, I am getting a little tired of the negative reports I hear about you from him. Don’t get me wrong, I still defend you, but it would be nice to hear more stories about how well the two of you are getting along.”
I also had a chance to have one last visit with my favorite aunt, Diana Jones, before she left for Dallas. She was concerned about my treatment of Uncle Jared and wanted to make sure that he and I would get along. I asked, “Why are so many people worried about this? What business is it of theirs, anyway?” She explained that there are several people receiving weekly and monthly reports written by me that mention some not-so-nice kitty behavior. Because of these reports, a few volunteers have decided to side with Uncle – for example, Aunt Lori Kelly. “You know how she feels about these situations,” she said. “I want you to do me a favor. Treat Uncle Jared better. I know that there will be days when you mess up for some reason. That’s OK, no one is perfect, but I want you to try.” I asked if I could sleep on it before I gave my final decision on this matter. She picked me up, looked me in the eye, and said, “No, I want you to promise me, right here and now that you’ll try.” I did promise, and I gave her my feline word of honor.
So far, I have been honoring that promise to Aunt Diana. A good example of how well I’ve been behaving is that last Monday, I was in a very loving mood and I sat in my Uncle Jared’s lap a lot. I was loving this attention so much that I was purring pretty hard. Everything was going just fine until Uncle Jared got the idea to ask another volunteer to take a picture of me sitting in his lap. Hearing the word “picture,” I decided that my lap time was over. I let Uncle Jared know how much I love sitting in his lap on occasion, but I can not allow hard evidence such as a picture of me doing this to ruin my tough cat reputation at FieldHaven. I do love my Uncle Jared, but just not that much.
Purrs,
Hot Rod
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