Well friends I was caught in the act.
|I'm so embarrassed. I made a kitten's mistake.|
This morning I decided I needed a little "Me" time with my beloved. My Mousey. I've never spoken of Mousey on the blog, but those of you who've read my book (available on Amazon and pawtographed here) know all about my precious, and how protective I am of our special relationship. I'm no longer ashamed of our love, and I hope you won't judge.
Mousey has been my special someone for so many years now, I hardly remember the dark times when we weren't together. He's the only one for me, with his faux fur, beaded black eyes and those pink felt ears. I like to keep our relationship private and away from the prying Pawparrazzi so I only spend time with Mousey when I'm sure we will not be seen.
I thought Mom was busy doing something in the bedroom but she was actually in the den. I was carrying Mousey in my mouth, and I couldn't help singing out my song of love. I rounded the corner with such joy in my heart and then I saw her, Mom.
She saw us.
I immediately dropped Mousey and strolled away, praying Mom was oblivious. The one time she wasn't. In all our years together this is only second the time Mousey and I have ever been seen together.
Sure they've heard my song of love. I can't hold that back. Although I only sing when I think they're asleep or the TV is on real loud. As soon as the sound goes down on the TV (to try to hear me) I stop. Now this.
Mom already sings this little song when she sees there's been "Mousey Movement"... "Somebody played with her Mouse, She moved it all around the house, She carried it in her little mouth" (She's no poet, Cod bless her)
I'll have to distract her and cut down on my Mouse time till she forgets what she saw. I have my work cut out for me this weekend. What are you all up to? I hope you have a great one friends.