Memory Cats

I have a wonderful memory. I know where the toys are, I know where the kibbles are. I know not to go outside. I remember to get butter every morning, and to get treats and brushes later on. I know not to bite Her and to be sure and use the litter box. My memory is fine. Casey has a good memory, too. She remembers where to go for treats, how to help Him with his computing and how to find the coziest places to nap. The one with the worst memory is She. Now if you ask her what She had for dinner on a Sunday in 1945, She can tell you - plus who was there and what they said. She remembers her high school mascot and who took Her to the prom. I know that She remembers, because She tells us about all those things. Oh, sure, we yawn, but She keeps telling us what kind of stove She learned to cook on and about Her lunch with Her dad that time.  But ask Her what She had for lunch. She can tell you it had eggs, but not what it was. Ask Her what TV show She was watching, and She can tell you who is in it - sort of - you know the guy with the....but She can't tell you the name of the guy or the show.  He and I laugh at Her, but She worries that She is getting a brain problem. He says that if she worries about it She doesn't have it. That's what His doctor says. You know, even if She does get a brain problem, She won't forget her friends. She thinks about them all the time. She won't forget to give snuggles and pets to me. I know how to remind Her. And She won't forget Eddie. She knows almost every word he ever said.
She had lunch with Rocky'sMom today, and brought something home for His dinner. She just can't remember what it is. Bye now.