Friends, Motor here.
There seems to be a new ongoing problem here at The Very Best Cats. I thought my other blogging friends might understand.
Mom keeps calling me Tiger. Shocking, I know. But true. It is as if I have lost my own identity. I have heard her tell Dad that now that I am 2 years old, I have grown into my adult kitty body. And now she can't tell the difference between the 2 of us. And Dad is agreeing! I know my cat friends can tell who is Tiger and which gorgeous ginger cat is me.
Well, I'd like to point out a few differences between me and Tiger. Mom must need a reminder. Mom, when you walk behind Tiger and me, you can see that Tiger needs to lose a few pounds. Yes Mom, he does have a wider girth. Have you thought about putting him on a D-I-E-T?
And what about his tail? He always walks with a straight tail. I like to walk holding my tail up high, showing off my butt for all to see. I especially know that my Mom likes that. She loves every part of me! My tail is always curled too. I like to sway it back and forth.
And my adorable face. Has she forgotten how cute I am? I am the one with the sweet, kitten like face and little kitten meow. She can't forget that, can she?
Well this is a very disturbing situation for me. And I don't know what to do. How do I get Mom to see the real me?