Gloman is away this weekend so I'm safe from the pink harness and leash. Glogirly just doesn't have the heart. I think my play-it-pathetic strategy is working. In fact, she's being extra nice to me today.
She sings to me. Sometimes she just makes stuff up. She thinks because I'm a cat I don't know the words to our favorite songs. That's okay. It's the thought that counts. Even I can appreciate that.
Her favorite is You Are My Sunshine. She even plays the melody on the piano for me. Ordinarily I refuse to sit on anyone's lap. Even hers. But when she plays me this song, I let her hold me at the piano.
She told me it's a special song because her dad used to sing it to her. He'd sing it to her mom too. It reminds her of happy times as a little girl when her dad would get silly with her. And it reminds her how she still misses him.
See, I don't always write with a sharp tongue.
I'll save that for tomorrow.
P.S. This is my favorite music CD.
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE by Elizabeth Mitchell.
check out Twinkle, Twinkle in my music
player at the bottom of the page
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