Okay, I got a bone to pick! I am not sure if I should pick it with Murphy (the cat) or with my mom. You see, I used to be “the one” – the only one. Now, I have to share my mom with ahhhh…ahhh THE CAT! Don’t get me wrong, Murphy is okay I guess– for a cat if he stays under the bed where he belongs. But he doesn’t. He even comes out to visit with my mom’s friends now!
My mom says she doesn’t play favorites. How come it feels like she does? Does she let me sit on her lap like Murphy does? No. Do I get to sleep on her pillow along side her like the crazy cat did the other night- No (I won’t fit on the pillow). At night, do I get to run through the apartment like a mad dog like the cat does? No. Do I get to roll on cat nip and zone out, no!
My mom says she loves me differently than Murphy but the same. What is that Greek or something? Strange talk for a dog to understand. Mom says there is no reason to be jealous. She reminds me of my Special calling to help her and go places with her and Murphy never gets to go. Mom brushes my teeth and grooms me and lets Murphy do his own thing. Okay, okay…my green eyes are turning brown again. I guess Murphy deserves to be loved just as I do. He just better not try bringing my mom her slippers or anything like that. That is MY job.
Why Did God Make Cats?
My mom says her favorites are a dog name Shadow (ME!) and a cat named Murphy. She said to make either one of us more important or choosing one over the other is wrong. She told me a good way for me to deal with jealousy is to honor one another (Murphy?!) above myself ..meaning I should be tail wagging happy that Murphy has a place to live with us. Mom said it means not to chase him. Boy, living with a cat sure can change a dog’s life! That is Mission Impossible…if Murphy runs it is my solemn duty as a dog to chase him, right? (Mom says Nope!)
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