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An Open Letter From the Cat
You are my world: Why aren’t you playing with me?
Dear Maah,
Every time you walk in the door, I roll around on the rug especially for you. I lift my paws up in the air and show you the beautiful white furry spot on my belly. I don’t do this for just anybody!
I’ve waited all day for you to walk in the door and notice me. And what do you do? You stare at those strange folded paper things that you carry in from outside. I wait patiently for you to stop looking at those folded papers from the letterbox. I get it. They can be fun toys. I’ve enjoyed ripping them with my claws and throwing them around myself. But shouldn’t you be paying attention to me?
And there are more fun toys to play with anyway. Look at the one I dropped at your feet. It’s the long stick with a mouse and a feather dangling on the string. We have loads of fun when you wave it in the air and I leap up to catch it. I am an amazing toy catcher. I can do flips in the air. Why aren’t you playing with me?
Now you are talking on that little noisy phone box in your hand again. I resent this. It wasn’t easy dragging my toy all the way down a gigantic flight of stairs so we can play, just to have you ignore me yet again. I’ve meowed at the top of my lungs, and you still would rather listen to that silly box…
