MomPerson is out in the gazebo again. Writing instead of feeding Hank and me, or sewing up the pillow we accidentally tore a hole in when we were having a really good game of Tug-o-War. PeoplePersons have very questionable priorities.
I think it’s all Cousin Marguerite’s fault that MomPerson is out there writing. (Marguerite is also called Sissy. She has two cool names! Hank and I only have one each. Hmmm.) She mentioned to MomPerson that she was looking forward to my next blog posting (which I haven’t done in a while.)
I told MomPerson I’ve been busy. She shook her head and said she’d write something. Oh, well. She thinks writing is more important than the Tug-o-War pillow game or the Tug-o-War blanket game. She doesn’t even know part of the games is counting holes. I have to disguise how far ahead I am on blanket-holes. Hank is sworn to secrecy about the real reason we piled up the blanket in a nest. It IS a good nest, but right now I’m piling it up to keep the holes secret.
It’s okay for MomPeoplePerson to write my blog sometimes. But she is busy starting a new book. I got a peek. It’s about Familiars. You know, the animals who basically make average witches or wizards into great ones. I like the Raven Familiar in MomPerson’s Bumblespells books. Raspberries is very cool. I bet he could come up with a bunch of games as good as Tug-o-war.
But MomPerson is making a mistake with her new book. She’s writing about Cat Familiars! CATS! What is she thinking? The three cats in our family are … well, I don’t like speaking ill of anyone, but they can’t even hunt properly! How could they be smart enough to be magical?
Mom-cat Zoe, hunted for food for her family before she adopted Mom and DadPeople. She ought to be able to catch a mouse. But she, her son Ratchett, and daughter Tucker don’t catch and dispatch mice who sneak into the house. Our cats just run around chasing and chasing. Finally the mouse, who slipped into the house by way of the basement door, scrunches back under it and leaves. Probably with a belly full of cat food eaten while the cats are searching under furniture and stuff. Pathetic.
Dogs are superior, especially hounds. A really good Familiar in MomPerson’s book would be a hound. Dogs are born talented. I am the best at smelling things, and I’ve taught Hank to be pretty good. Sometimes Mom and DadPeople think we’re seeing ghosts when we bark, and they can’t see or smell what we know is nearby. Magic without even trying.
I am brilliant. A dog Familiar could smell out scary specters when no magical anybody can detect them. How powerful would MomPerson’s Great and Mighty Wizard be if she had that kind of Familiar?
I am going out to help MomPerson!
In a little while. Hank just dragged over the Tug-o-War blanket. Let the games begin!
Just Saying, Rufus and Hank
