Thursday, November 27, 2008
My name is Tito 2, but mommy calls me Tito. Mommy once had another cat named Tito. She tells me that we looked alike, but he went to kitty heaven a couple years ago. He was thirteen years old when he died and mommy was heartbroken. Mommy adopted me from our local animal shelter because she has a big, big heart. If she could effort to adopt all the homeless pets in the world, she would do it. But mommy is smart, and she knows that she cannot adopt them all so what love she cannot give to them, she gives to me.
I am guessing that this is okay. I am happy. I was such a little thing when mommy first brought me home, but now I am 4 months old and mommy swears that I am so big that I must be some other kitten, but it really is me. Mommy feeds me all my favorites’ foods.
When Mommy is home, she plays with me and brushes my coat. I have toys all over the house, but sometimes I like playing among the houseplants and sleeping in the bigger planters. This drives mommy up the wall, and she will chases me around the room. It is all in fun, and she knows that I know it.
Well, it is time for me to go. It is time to play the hand in the sock game. I like this game because no matter how often I pounce on it always comes back for more.
Until next time,
Oh, the creature on the right is mommy. She is fur less, but I love her just the same.
This is a story about am extraordinary and the people who liver him.