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MOUSiE
Diary of a Coon Cat Family
I'm
Mousie from New York City. Don't let the silly name confuse
you. I'm a profoundly serious thinker. Why was I given such
a nelly name? I never looked like a mouse. I was the largest,
fluffiest, most adorable kitty in the litter. Not only that,
I hate mice. Nasty little, dirty things with long, stringy tails.
It's an insult to my dignity. I should be named Sultan, Prince,
Lullaby or Jazzy.
Orie
and Duffie started keeping this diary long before I was born.
They enjoy mewing about the good old days when life was a merry
chase through fairyland worlds of cushioned treetops and sparkling
snowflakes. Not me! I create events throughout the universe
and ride time-warps to ever changing realities. Family history
is out of my scope.
I'm not a historical feller. I'm a high-strung,
emotional pussy. My favorite states of mind are loving and dreaming.
In love, I have thrills in the real world of mommies, hammocks
and tuna. In dreams, I fly invisible worlds where wild sparkling
fantasies come true. Sometimes it's hard distinguishing between
appearances and reality. What's the point? It's all the same
to me.
I love being alive. I arrange moments
so life is always wonderful. Cat golf, dangling mice and tummy
rubs really turn me on. When sad or sick I practice my stoic
nature. I watch bright lights, butterflies and dream. I track
bugs, sniff for birds and dream. All creatures love to dream.
That's why we spend so much time snoozing.
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