[as dictated to Tanya]
Mom told you about Mo. He was a huge pain in the butt.
He got to sleep with mommy. In the bed. I had to sleep in the living room on the couch.
I got yelled at for chasing Mo. I never chased Mo. He deliberately provoked me until I chased him. There is a difference.
He made me gobble up my food, so he could not eat my leftovers. He was a big pig.
Mom was always yelling “Mo! No!” It was all I heard all day long, interrupting my naps.
He had no manners. He jumped on the counters. On the kitchen table. Everywhere.
He ate human food. Who does that? No self-respecting cat that is for sure.
He tried to sleep in my special beds. He played with my toys.
He bit me on the tail.
He was my brother, my friend. I miss him so much.
I’m with MoMo.