It’s been a while, so for those who don’t know me, I’m Roxie Dammit – Roxie D. to my fan club. I’m “The Other Cat” who resides in the house. The cat who DOES NOT have a book series named after her, as my little sister, ZuZu has. She’s Mom’s favorite. I’m merely kept around to babysit for Mom’s Little Sweetie Pie when the parents go off gallivanting (which is way too often for my liking). Actually, I’m babysitting now so Mom can be up in the Berkshires reading about ZuZu’s marvelous, totally made up adventures to a captive audience of little children who, I’m quite sure, would much rather hear about me.
Those who do know me (my faithful fans) understand I’m not one to complain, but these last two weeks have been a true test of my long enduring patience.
First, there was the dog who took up residence on our porch. I spent an entire morning guarding the kitchen door, as if I don’t have better things to do with my time. ZuZu hid in the bath tub, proving once again, how absolutely useless she is around here. She eats, she sleeps, she takes up space. And SHE is the favorite! Life sucks! And, as if it couldn’t get any worse – Mom and Dad threw a huge party and I wasn’t invited!
She’d been spending weeks monopolizing the computer, working on this book about a train. A TRAIN! Weeks that could have been put into writing about me. Days I could have been writing entertaining blog posts for all of you. Hours I could have been watching cat videos.
And then her friends came over to plan a celebration for the book about this TRAIN! And they talked about invitations and publicity and food and music about trains and toy electric trains and a donut cake in the shape of a train. I love donuts! I love cake! But a donut that’s a cake? A cake that’s a donut? It boggles the mind! It sounded absolutely, totally amazing!.
My hours were filled with a new reason for living. And on the day of the big celebration, Dad packed the car with books and posters and gift baskets and food and paper goods and a gigantic box with (you guessed it) the donut cake inside. And they went off in the car, to the fantastic party, leaving me at home to babysit for ZuZu.
Obviously, I was devastated. I’m still trying my best to cope with the rejection. I’m finding this hard to write about. I’d like to pretend it never happened, but mom’s friends have been sending pictures and so the whole betrayal is there for me to see.
And once again, I’m left lying here on the dining room table, where I’m not allowed. I’m home alone, babysitting Mom’s darling little ball of fur, surrounded by books and posters of stories that are not about ME.
And I think I just might write a murder mystery myself. I wonder if they could make a donut cake in the shape of a Gorgeous, Gray Cat? I would name the book Roxie D. – Last Cat Standing! And I’ve already decided who the first victim will be.
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