Thank you for making my debut column last week a success. For those of you who didn’t have a chance to read it, I am Maverick, and I write a column called “Cat Tales.” The column came about as a way to get things off my chest that have been bothering me. Things like grief, health issues, and adjusting to a new home with my mom. But guess what? I’m feeling a little bit better. My mom has also noticed a difference. She told me I was back to being ornery. She smiled at me when she said it.
I noticed after I wrote that first column that I was more peppy. I still followed my mom around a lot, but I played with her shoelaces the other day when she sat down to put on her sneakers. I haven’t felt like doing that in a long time. Every time she went to tie them, I would snatch the lace and bat it around. Do you know what she did? She took off her shoes and played with me. She was dangling the laces and sneakers in the air as I swatted them. It was loads of fun. You can tell that it doesn’t take much to amuse me. I don’t need fancy toys.
But the most fun I had happened a few days ago while my mom was in the shower. She always shuts the bathroom door, but I saw it didn’t latch this time. I waited until she was in the shower and pushed on the door. It banged against the wall. I didn’t know I had such strength. I jumped onto the bathroom sink to look at myself in the mirror. Last week, I explained how I had a couple of tumors, some teeth removed, and lost weight, and my looks totally changed. My face looks like a gigantic dimple now. Anyway, I was checking myself out in the mirror when I saw my mom peek around the shower curtain. Oh Oh! So I high-tailed it off the sink and accidentally took the plastic mouthwash cup with me. Oops! I waited until my mom closed the shower curtain again, and I started playing hockey with the puck, I mean cup. Wow, what fun. I was fast. The puck was flying toward the goalie. The players underestimated my speed. I know I am a little guy, but sometimes “little guys” can do things the bigger ones can’t. There was nothing the goalie could do to stop me. I scored. It was the most cat-tastic moment ever. This time, when my mom peeked around the curtain, I’m pretty sure I saw her smile.
I love hockey, and the Soo Eagles are my favorite team. I’m hoping Bruno, the general manager, will make me a mascot, but they got that Eagle. And it’s a known fact birds don’t like cats. But that Eagle has nothing to fear from me. I’m just a little guy, and if anything, I’m the one who should be afraid. I’m not, though. I’d win the Eagle over with my big personality.
I wish Bruno, the general manager, would hire me. I could be an honorary mascot and ride the bus to Canada with the team, but then I’d have to get a passport, and there would be that gigantic dimple showing on my pic. Life can be hard sometimes. Whenever I hear Bruno’s name, I think of the song “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” from the Disney film “Encanto.” I love that song. Maybe if I dress up in an Eagles uniform at a game and belt out that song, he’d give me a job or let me play in a game or two. He might just do it to shut me up. My mom always tells me not to give up on my dreams. Who knows where this may lead?
I want to give a big shout-out to Spooky, who sent a heartfelt letter to me last week. If you want to read it, go to last week’s column and look under the comment section at the bottom.
I hope everyone will keep reading my columns. I would love to hear from all furry and non-furry pets and their moms and dads. You don’t have to be a cat to comment or email me. I appreciate all comments and emails. You can find my email address in my profile, or you can comment at the bottom of each of my columns. That’s what Spooky did. I love getting mail.
I will leave you with this thought: If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you’ve always gotten. Something to think about.
Until next time. – Love Maverick