Haha! Did you like the title of this post? No, it’s not about that museum place. It’s about my Kitteh-Brudder, Ripley.
This is him. Isn’t he the Most Adorable?
Okay, so, this is how Ripley came to live with mom and dad.
Ripley’s mama was pregnant and homeless – living on the streets of Dallas (that’s in a big state called Texas). This nice lady named Miss Gail found her and took her home, where she gave birth to baby-kittehs. (Ripley’s mom. Not Miss Gail.)
In the meantime, mom and dad’s Most Beautiful Kitteh, Annabelle, crossed the Bridge. She was 17 years old! Mom and dad’s hearts were very sad.
Okay, so, you should know that my mom likes to act in plays. And one day she got a call from the director of this really awesome play and he told her that one of the actresses in the play had dropped out. Just like that! And he wanted to know if she wanted to be in the play. She was very excited and she said yes!
Well, one of the other people in the play was Miss Gail who we talked about earlier. And during their discussions, my mom told Miss Gail about how sad she was about losing Annabelle. And Miss Gail said that it just so happened she had some baby kittehs that were looking for a home!
So after talking it over with my dad for about 2 minutes, mom went over to Miss Gail’s house and picked out not one, but two!, kittehs! Ripley and his sister, Molly. (Very much sadly, Molly crossed the Bridge when she was only 4 cuz she was born with a bad – but according to my mom, very beautiful – heart.)
That was 12 whole years ago and Ripley now likes to refer to himself as the Pirate King of Everyone. Each morning, he presents dad with a list of complaints and demands.
Arrrr, matey! If ye be valuin’ yer life, the litterbox needs to be changed before the noon hour.
Avast, ye lily livered scalawag! Me food bowl is runnnin’ low. Refill it at once or risk walkin’ the plank!
But for all his big talk, I think he’s just the cutest little thing, don’t you? I never lived with kittehs before and I LUVS him so much that I get really excited and happy when I see him. But mom and dad don’t let me hang out with him cuz they think I am a little TOO excited about seeing him and they don’t want there to be a misunderstanding between us. So I just get to talk to him through a stupid gate thingie.
But I am very much hopeful that one day the gate will come down and I can join his pirate gang…er band…er whatever you call it. Arrrrr!