Hi, furriends. Last week I had a truly amazing experience, and I wanted to tell you about it.
It was Thanksgiving evening, and my Mom’s friend, Bev, came over to visit. Bev is my friend, too: she gives me scritches whenever she’s around. But this time….this time was different. When she came in the door, she was carrying… a tiny little purrson!
Next thing I know, Motor Man is holding this baby purrson. (They called him “Tanner”, and I heard Motor Mommy tell someone later that he’s Bev’s grandson).
Motor Mommy actually put down the camera and held him some, too, but nobody took any pictures.
I watched all this from a safe distance. As everyone played with this baby human, and he made odd little cooing noises, I was minding my own business in a chair on the other side of the room.
Then, Bev brought him over to my chair. I think she wanted him to meet me.
I was cool with that. I mean, maybe he was going to give me scritches too. But he got a little excited and suddenly patted his hand down on the chair, which scared me just a little. Do my ears give me away?
But I was a good kitty and behaved. Meanwhile, Bev helped baby human practice his sitting alone skills.
My boycatfriend, Sammy, told me that these little purrsons are sorta like human kittens.
Tanner’s a cutie, but I sure hope my pawrents aren’t planning on getting one….
these days of mine 