Hi everyone, Katie here.
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. Especially hers. But when she plays me this song, I let her hold me at the piano. I sort of have to...since she changes the words to Your Are My Katie, My Only Katie...
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.