Mi’ja
by carolynholm
Dearest Mia,
Are you still upset about last night?
Love, Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
No, but I was very very very very very angry then.
Love, Mia
Dear Mia,
I know you were. You drew blood when you bit my hand. It still hurts. When you go off like that you are really scary.
Love, Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
Something comes over me sometimes. All at once.
Love, Mia
Dear Mia,
I know it does. And you become a completely different cat. It’s horrifying.
Love, Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
It’s not on purpose.
Love, Mia
Dear Mia,
Was it because I pushed you away?
Love, Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
It was! That is exactly what it was!
Love, Mia
Dear Mia,
I just wanted you to stop licking my face.
Love, Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
You don’t want me to kiss you and groom you????????
Love, Mia
Dear Mia,
I really appreciate your kissing and grooming, sweetie. But it gets tiresome after a while. It’s like having sandpaper rubbed on my face. But I do love the inspiration behind it. Still I don’t think you should practically take someone’s hand off for such a small disagreement. I mean, there was blood involved. It hurt!
Love, Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
But you were rejecting me.
Love, Mia
Dear Mia,
I wasn’t rejecting you, Mia, my mi’ja. You are my sweet little girl.
Love, Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
I love it when you call me mi’ja. It makes me feel like I’m your daughter. It makes me feel loved.
Love, Mia
Dear Mia,
I know. It’s a sweet word, isn’t it? So now can we have an agreement that there will be no more violent personality changes?
Love, Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
Oh, mi’ja, no. I can’t promise anything. I am a cat.
Love, Mia
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Oh, I’m so sorry you and Mia had this exchange. Aren’t our kitties’ feelings so tender? And then they lash out.
This brought up a memory of my cat Eva who used to sit on the back of the living room chair and give me shampoos with her tongue while I watched tv. She wouldn’t stop until my whole head was soaking!
oh dear, that sounds annoying!