My name is Sophia and I am who I am...a young lady of wisdom and fortitude. I live with my mistress Elizabeth in a house in the woods. I'm up at first dawn when the birds start to sing and wake my kind mistress as I prance on her back. She really likes that and murmurs my name and tells me I'm her own masseuse and alarm clock in fur. I run down the stairs as fleet as a doe and then back to the bedroom to see what's taking my mistress so long to come. Doesn't she know I'm hungry and rearing to go? It's dawn when the wild calls my name with visions of moles and sweet mice on my brain.
As once again I make my way down the stairs I find my friend Tuck waiting for us. He's a handsome lad and though I didn't like him at first when he came to our house we've become rather close over the years. I love to go walking with him and the mistress as they walk the bogs and woods behind us. Knowing Tuck is with us I have no fear of owls and hawks swooping down and scooping me up.
What's taking our mistress so long to appear? Oh yes, she doesn't have fur...she must be getting dressed....or maybe she's going in that little room where she sits on Tuck's water bowl?! I don't know why she just sits on it...doesn't she know its for drinking?
We wait and we wait for that girl to appear....
"Tuck, it's not polite to give French kisses, so put that tongue back in your mouth. I'm a lady...and I might be chosen Queen for a Day...I don't want to lose my title because someone sees this on the internet."
"I better go check on the mistress and see what's taking her so long."
Back again...maybe if I sit under this sculpture the lady will get the hint....walk...walk....walk......!
I'm getting pretty upset with that lady....where oh where can she be?
She never takes this long....
But then again, she could be taking a shower. I don't know why humans feel the need to get in a little box and run water all over themselves. I know they have tongues...so why not do what we cats do?
It certainly doesn't look like she's coming too soon....
I might as well take a bath and get ready for the contest on Gather. Heard that Merlin is going to crown someone "Queen for the Day". If I spiff myself up...just maybe I'll be the one!
"Oh, this long hair...there's hair knots everywhere. If only that lady didn't spend so much time on Gather she could brush me once in awhile. But no not her...she's a Gatherholic and there's nothing holy about that! I should be the Queen...
Sophia was born April 4, 2004 at the Evans' home. She is the daughter of Ophelia and a roving long haired Irish monk kitty with no name.
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The pictures fit so well with the dialogue! Hope she favors us with some more of her wisdom!
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Deb, though Sophie is the latest and smallest kitty in our household...she is definitely the one in charge. She dominates both her mother Ophelia and the boys Othello and Nigel. And when Tuck came to us almost three years ago, despite the fact she was just three months old, she put him in place. Now they are great friends and both she and her Mom go on our walks.
Jennifer, I read Sophia your compliment this morning and her face just beamed!
Thanks, Manette, Ginine, and Marinela....I do believe Sophia does believe she is most regal ...at least that's how she conducts herself.
I almost missed this article because I thought it was just about a cat (no offense) but I put it in Mutts & Mixed Breeds because your talented Sophia included Tuck in her story!
Cecile...perhaps we should play matchmaker to Darwin and Sophia...
Thanks Amanda...you write awesome poetry...loved the one tonight...
Nice little story.
I tip my hat.
Jan, I think Sophie could wear that hat of yours and really look "elegant"...could she borrow it for a photo-op if she wins Merlin's cat pageant?
I think you have it right with the later and not with the former Kathryn....Sophia definitely believes "she keeps her mistress good".