From the Meowth of Dora

Good Meowrning! The time has come for my yearly chat. And changes are brewing! How much more of this do they think I can take?!? First, the child begins walking, nay, chasing me around the house. And what do Mom and Pop do? They laugh, even though I have clearly stated my intentions of self-defense and, yes occasionally, revenge. What do they expect? I will just take the abuse?

Then, a few months later, they pack me up AGAIN and we drive, drive, drive, drive -- oh how sick it makes me! -- and meow we are living somewhere new. Although my new window perch is quite nice. I have a birds-eye view of the outdoors, so I can keep tabs on Ravi, the gray-hair next door. His incessant meowing sometimes trumps even my own.



And if my suspicions serve me, it appears there will be another small human to deal with. I am not sure when, but I have seen and felt Mom's belly move and I know a creature must be inside, waiting to come out. I do not understand the inadequacy my parents have felt to supersede my position as favored one with not one, but two childs! *hiss* But there is nothing to do but endure during the waking periods and relish the moments of quiet when I can lay on my back and Mom rubs my belly like she used to.

The fish they have brought home bring me no pleasure as I can find no way to capture them and therefore receive a juicy treat; some days I must settle for the popcorn and bits of graham cracker the child throws at me. I will never act like I am anything but put-off about it, but I must admit, occasionally it seems as if the child cares about me and I feel the same in return.

For meow I must go. I feel better meow that I have aired my opinions of my current life situation. It appears this is as good as it gets... I suppose I will survive.

For purr-evious "Dora Blogs" click here: 2011 or here: 2012.