Another Mouth to Feed

October 2002

We have a new pet cat. Her name is Meow Meow. The kids absolutely love her and I find myself sounding like a broken record saying “Leave the cat alone”. Her feet never touch the floor from the time we get home to the time we go to bed. Myranda treated her like a baby, by wrapping her up in blankets, hand feeding her, brushing her fur and has even tried brushing her teeth with Bill’s toothbrush. She put detangler spray on her fur one day to get the tangles out. Needless to day Meow Meow was not a happy camper. Myranda puts hair bows on her tail to make her look “precious” and Tyler just chases her around the house. I know it sounds like the cat has a hard life, but at bedtime Meow Meow has her payback. She aggravates the kids, by jumping on the bed, chewing hair and purring in their ear until they finally get up and put her in mine and Bill’s room and shut the door.