|Yes, I'm the baby. I'll just lie back and relax while|
you carry me around.
I've decided to be a baby for a while. Just for the fun of it. Well, baby Joey seems to enjoy it.
The other day she was playing on the furry blankey with a rattle. That's like a jingle ball for babies. I went and got one of my jingle balls and sat down near her to play. Mum asked if I wanted it thrown, but I didn't give it to her. I just shook it and rattled it, just like baby Joey did with her rattle.
Baby Joey isn't eating so much of her canned baby food now. She prefers to have a bit of what the adult humans are eating. She gets a bit of meat or vegetable or whatever in her fist and gums it away happily.
|Get out? But I'm the baby!|
Mr 20 (yes, he's had another birthday) wasn't at all surprised to find I had become a baby. I've always sort of been his baby. If he picks me up I just relax and lie back and let him carry me anywhere. And he knows I need heaps and heaps of attention.
Mum, however, found it a bit strange. The rattle/jingle ball thing confused her enough.
|I can always go back to being|
the Supreme Feline Overlord.
Mum accused me of being jealous. But she said that as long as I wasn't mean about it, that was OK, I could ask for my share of attention as well. Mean? I wouldn't be mean. I'm enjoying being the baby.
Of course the very best thing about being the baby is that I can do one thing Joey can't do.
Whenever I get bored with being the baby, I can go back to being the Supreme Feline Overlord.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.