Friday, April 19, 2013

Someone Else's Cats

I am talking here about Kasey and me. Yes, we are still Their cats, but They are now someone else.
When we first came to live here, She walked around, went to the store, went on little trips and visited with people.  He and She had people come to visit. Now She is someone else. She stays home almost all the time. She goes to visit with just a few friends that She knows best. While I was thinking about changes in Her, I thought about changes in other human friends and family, and thought that some of them were someone else, too. Take LW'sMom. She used to stay at home a lot and play with her children. She would go to school sometimes and visit with Her and help at the church. Now she is someone else. A real, live minister, who does minister work all day and Makes Her very proud and happy. Our cousin John is someone else now, because he has Aunt Heather and they are very responsible and settled, and not just going day to day seeing what life will bring. Hana'sGran has learned how she wants to be, but in this case She doesn't think H'sG is someone else. She was always a nice, loving friend with a million pleasant ways, and she still  is. Maybe she is someone else to herself. I'll have to think about that. Smudge'sMom is someone else, too. She was once very sick and could not get around, but then she turned into a Mom and a cat lady. Now She says S'sM is a Woman About Town, going to wonderful places and doing marvelous crafts. It is possible then to be two someone elses, I guess. The only ones who aren't someone else are Kasey, Him and me. We still are the same, and except for when Kate lived here, we all do the same things we did when we first came to live here. And Him? She says He will always be the same. He will always have ideas and projects and take good care of us, even if He does yell at the computer a lot. I think it is what humans do. They go along and one day they turn into someone else. As long as whoever She is now still fixes fish for dinner, I have no problem with it. Chow, bellas.

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