Hey, it’s me again, Goose!
I hate cats! Every time my Mom lets me out in the back yard I am usually running full speed chasing the cats and squirrels. They always seem to wind up in a tree or on the fence. I worry they may fall on my mom and attack her. Sometimes, I see them through the window roaming around my yard sniffing my favorite stick or toy. I’m always worried they may steal my things. Mom never seems to mind or even notice them. She really needs some training.
A couple of weeks ago, Mom brought home a little baby cat. I was very curious and so mad! Doesn’t she know that cats are evil! Mom seemed very protective of the cat around me. At first she wouldn’t really even let me get close. I wanted to sniff that cat. She protected the cat like it was a part of our family!
As time passed over the next couple of weeks I was able to get closer and closer to the cat. I sniffed him, and licked him. I kind of like this cat. He even plays with my tail and crawls on me sometimes. Last night he curled up next to me and went to sleep like I was his dad or something. I love this cat!
Gotta run, there is a strange cat in the backyard!
Goose
