I barely got here when we had to read Sparkle’s will. It was dated two days before she died, so she must have known how sick she was.
She knew I was coming to help her with the blog, but I was shocked to see that she willed everything to me:
I give the residue of my entire estate, real, personal, or mixed, of whatsoever kind of character and wheresoever situation, of which I die possessed or to which I may in any manner be entitled, including any property over which I have power of appointment which I hereby exercise, to Tajhara Summer Samba. This includes all my cat toys, scratchers and cat beds, any food I may not have yet eaten, my human, and all my intellectual property, including my blog www.sparklecat.com. I only ask that my name remain on the stories, books and blog posts that I have written with my own paw. All future stories, books and blog posts may bear Summer’s name.
That’s an awfully big responsibility for a kitten like me!
It was witnessed by Binga and Boodie. My human had been wondering what they were all doing, hanging out together, before Sparkle’s last trip to the vet.
Let’s see… what I have learned so far since I came to live here?
- My human is fidgety! I’m trying to learn how to be a lap cat and she is not helping like she should.
- This house is big! I only got to see half of it at first, but now that I’ve seen it all, it is pretty amazing.
- My human hates it when I go behind the desk. She tempts me out by promising treats — but then she reneges! She says she does not want to reward me for bad behavior.
- The first afternoon I was allowed to roam free, Binga stole my dinner.
I’ve also gone to PetCo in my fancy carrier, and my human even took me to Taco Bell’s drive thru because she wants me to get used to being in the car and going places.
I also had to go to the vet to get a rabies shot! As you can see, I’m complaining, but it’s not about being at the vet — it’s because I didn’t want to be stuck in my carrier! I wanted out so I could look around.
Since there were no dogs in the waiting area right then, my human let me out! That was fun. I was good and sat right in her lap. She was good and tried not to fidget.
My human promised me that being on the vet table was just like being in the show ring, but she lied! Cat show judges may crank your head up to look under your chin, and one in particular blew on my fur, but none of them had the gall to stick a thermometer somewhere unpleasant — or stick me with needles. The vet human made up for it though, by letting me chew on her stethoscope ear buds and play with her pens, so I didn’t stay annoyed for long.
I’m going back to be spayed today, so send me some good wishes!
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