"I wonder if they are EVER going to leave,"
his little voice inside his head reflected.
"For a few weeks there, I was the ONLY cat,
and then they showed up, and everything changed."
"The big, black, fat one - Simba, by name,
Sits on my head for affect,
It doesn't hurt, no not a bit,
But, . .its SO humiliating."
"Leo, the sleek grey one, with such a bad attitude,
truly thinks he is one BAD dude,
but, late at night, he comes to snuggle, licking my head,
making soft, comforting noises, while we cuddle."
"WHEN are they leaving? Where is the lady that dropped them off?"
"Is that why she brought me toys?"
"Oh, . . .when, will I have my master all to myself again?"
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Author Notes
Mufasa is the kitten of my son. He is taking care of my two cats while I'm on an extended vacation. I can only imagine what Mufasa thinks of all this.
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