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Mama and Me

Have ever told you how much I love my Mama? She's the best. I miss her so much when she's not around during the day, when she goes to something called "job." But when she comes home, I'm always waiting by the door! She comes in and picks me up and holds me on her shoulder and murmurs things like, "Hello my special kitty." I'm so happy, I just dig my claws into her shoulder, which Daddy and Mama call "the claws of love." Mama holds me tight for a while and then puts me down. But I can't let her out of my sight, so anywhere she goes, I go too. Up the stairs. Into the closet. Into the bathroom. Even when she's in the shower I sit on the edge of the tub and watch her through the curtain. Sometimes she sings, and I get very excited and put my paw on the curtain. When she comes out, though, that's when I get to play "cave kitty," which is the best game ever. Mama makes a little cave out of her towel and I go inside and lie down. Mama thinks this is so cute and I get lots and lots of tummy rubs.

Then there's Mama and the computer desk. I love when Mama sits down at the computer desk, because that means I can get up there and lie down on her arm. I put my paw and my head on her arm and just lie there with my eyes closed, purring, being next to my Mama. I make sure my tummy is available for rubs, of which there are many, because even though I've got Mama's left arm pinned down, she uses her right hand to pet me. It's hard to miss me, since I'm a big fluffy kitty right in front of her face!

Then there's couch time. Any time Mama sits down on the sofa, I'm there. But I can't just jump up and sit down. I have to knead. I have to knead because it makes me happy and reminds me of when I was a little kitten. Besides, she's my Mama, and all kittens need their Mamas. So I knead, and knead, and sometimes I knead for so long, Mama tries to push me down, saying, "Bouhaki, just SIT DOWN, you've been kneading for fifteen minutes!" But I always spring back up and continue. I won't be rushed. When I'm finally done, Mama's lap or tummy is all nice and warm and soft. It makes the best nap spot.

When Mama went out of the house yesterday evening with her bag of music books, I went and sat on the kitty condo in the window and waited for her to come home. I waited so long I fell asleep. Then I heard a scratching noise outside. I cracked open my eyes and there was Mama waving at me through the window! She said, "Hi Boo!" and I said, "Waa!" By the time she came through the door I was off the condo and ready to greet her. After she took off her coat and put down her bookbag I got some quality shoulder time.

Yes, I love my Mama. She doesn't have any kids of her own so she tells me I'm her baby. I love to be babied. Mama does a great job of that. I'm a happy, warm, safe, loved kitty.