The Tale

by carolynholm

Hey Mom,
I’m an adult now!
Winston

Dear Winston,
I don’t think so, sweetie. To be considered adult you need to act like an adult.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
I do! And I’m old enough! I’m two years old. I’m all grown up.
Winston

Dear Winston,
Well, you certainly have grown. Who knew that little ball of fluff would grow to be a fourteen-pound thug?
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
I’m a thug????? Sweet!!!!!
Winston

Dear Winston,
I was kidding.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
Gotcha.
Winston

Dear Winston,
You have grown into a gorgeous cat. I love your glossy coat. And that magnificent long tail. 
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
My tail is longer than Puffin’s!
Winston

Dear Winston,
Once at a family dinner party, our previous cat Mia came up to me and I stroked her and ran my hand along her tail, thinking “It would be so cool to have a tail.” And then I realized I’d said that aloud. My guests were folks who didn’t live with other species. No one said a word. Just stared politely at their dinner plates. It was probably one of the most entertaining things I’ve ever said at a dinner party.
Love, Carolyn

Hey Mom,
A tail is one of the best parts.
Winston

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