The Appetizer
by carolynholm
Hey Mom,
What’s a puma?
Winston
Dear Winston,
Pumas are mountain lions.
Love, Carolyn
Hey Mom,
I’M A LION?????????
Winston
Dear Winston,
No sweetie, you are not a lion.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
But you call me your Resident Puma!
Winston
Dear Winston,
We call you that as a term of endearment.
Love, Carolyn
Hey Mom,
But I look like one, right?
Winston
Dear Winston,
You have the small head and long tail, and you slouch around with a sort of puma-like stalk. And, for a meezer you are a large cat. Also, half the time you don’t raise your tail as a greeting like normal domestic cats do. So, yes, you sorta look puma-ish.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
The tail thing is so dumb. I don’t always feel like raising my tail to say hello.
Winston
Dear Winston,
Maybe that tradition will grow on you as you get older.
Love, Carolyn
Hey Mom,
Probably not. But I want to see a real lion. Do they live in our neighborhood?
Winston
Dear Winston,
There’s a lion or two living in the hills near here. But you don’t want to run into any of them. They would regard you as prey.
Love, Carolyn
Mom,
But Puffin says pumas would love me! He says that for them I would be a lovely amuse bûche!
Winston
Dear Winston,
Puffin got that one right. Though as appetizers go, you would be a big mouthful, even for a lion.
Love, Carolyn
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