I walk into the little human’s bedroom and I see Salem sitting at a tiny table with our little human and three stuffed animals. He was just sitting there, like a duffus, with this teeny tiny cup and saucer in front of him. The little human kept talking to the stuffed animals like they were real and Salem just sat there going along with it. What an idiot.
It was humiliating. At one point, Mr. Snuggles got a second cup of tea because he was so well mannered, and Salem had to sit next to Betsy Wets A Lot because he wasn’t well mannered. It got a little scary when she gave Betsy a third cup of tea.
I would have felt sorry for him, but I was laughing too hard. How embarrassing. He couldn’t have looked more stupid. I swear, if she puts a hat on him, I’m disowning him as a brother. The guests may have been imaginary, but the humiliation was real.
I sure hope I get invited next time.
Sorry for the politics. This will be the only one, I promise.
The beautiful calico down the street stopped by today to chat.
Bored, we decide to watch Salem scarf down all the food in his dish, a magnificent feat he accomplishes in under thirty seconds. Then he lifts his head and smiles at us, Meow Mix running down his chin.
The calico points a paw, “So that’s your little brother?”
“Yep,” I reply.
She just stares at him, “The resemblance is uncanny.”
Lately, I’ve found that Salem doesn’t pay attention to me when I talk, so I’ve started adding the word Vet in now and then. It takes about two seconds to register, but then he’s all ears.
“Salem, you didn’t finish your dinner,” I point a paw, “there’s still Kibble on your plate.”
“I know. I’m full.”
“I don’t understand,” I say, staring at his plate.
My eyes blink.
“I’m not hungry anymore,” he repeats with emphasis.
I shake my head, “I’m not following.”
Exasperated, he clears his throat, “I’m waiting to burp so I will have room to finish.”
“Oh,” I sigh, “why didn’t you say that, to begin with?”
I notice my little brother Salem with a large pile of twigs and sticks lying in front of him and ask, “What are you doing with those?”
“I’m going to throw them at that cute calico down the street.”
“And why on earth would you do that?”
“Because, when the little human did a cartwheel in front of Tommy at recess, she said he was pelting her with straws by lunchtime. And apparently, that means he really, really likes her, much more than Jenny because he only threw a spitball at her.” He places another stick down, “It’s foolproof.”
I scratch my head, “That sounds about right,” then I bitch slap him as hard as I can. As I’m fleeing for my life, I yell, “That just means I love you the most!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!”
It’s a beautiful fall day outside. The leaves are rustling, and the squirrels are skittering about the yard. I, of course, am lounging on the sofa.
And my little brother Salem is darting around the room chasing a fly. He seems to be on a mission, and I watch.
He leaps over the ottoman in a single bound and bounces off the coffee table onto the carpet in one perfect move, sticking the landing. Two seconds later, he is sprinting in and out of the room and turning on a dime.
I notice his flexed muscles as he does a vertical leap into the air, extending his paws in an effort to catch the fly.
Putting my paw on my slightly protruding tummy, I say, “I’m going to need you to fail at that.”
Salem and I watch as one teenager puts her donut down with one hand and grasps her cell phone with the other, in between sobs.
The second teenager panics, “Oh my God, did something happen? Was Mom in an accident?”
Salem looks at me, “This is getting good.” I nod.
She takes a deep breath, “It’s Noah.” She clutches her phone, “He sent me a wink face emoji. So, then I sent him a vomit emoji by mistake,” she gasps. “Then I tried to fix it and I sent him a kissy face emoji and a potato emoji by accident.” She continues sobbing, “Then I panicked and sent him a cow, a carrot, and a baby!”
Both teenagers scream in unison.
“Okay, hand over the phone.” The second teen reaches out and pries the phone out of her hand. “Don’t worry, we can fix this. It’s going to be okay. ” She starts texting, “We’ll just tell him that Suki stepped on the phone, accidentally sending garble.”
Kibble falls out of my mouth as I stare in disbelief. “You just can’t trust humans,” I shake my head. “I wonder which emoji means, ‘I just peed on your shoe’?”
Sometimes, when my little brother Salem and I are bored, we like to sit and watch the smaller humans. It can be quite entertaining. Today, the two teenagers seem to be acting out a scene from daytime television.
Salem walks up to me and asks, “Teenager is crying? Was that Savannah girl being mean to her again at school? I don’t know why they are friends with her,” he shakes his head.
“No, they ousted her last week for wearing glitter lipstick. Keep up, will ya?”
We both watch intently. One teenager is sobbing uncontrollably when the other one walks up.
Her eyes widen as she approaches, “What. Are. You. Doing?” She holds her hands up in a halting motion, “Okay, calm down. Nothing is worth this.” She talks slower, “Put .. the.. donut.. down.”
Salem and I settle in. I hold out my paw, “Pass the Kibble.”
Yes, these are the days of our lives. Will the teenager drown her sorrows in a box of Krispy Kremes? Will they be friends with the cosmetically unfashionable Savannah, ever again? Will Salem pass the Kibble? All these questions and more will be answered next time on The World According To Suki.
To Be Continued…..
Salem and I are looking out our window when we see this little bitty calico kick this labrador’s ass!! Our mouths drop open and we just stare in disbelief. I mean, she is some kind of fierce. I don’t know what he did to piss her off, but she’s giving him the business.
When he finally slinks away, she turns toward us and hisses. I peed a little, and Salem hid behind the curtain. I’m not 100% certain, but I’m pretty sure we’re not ready for the streets.
Salem later recalls to me how he told her, “you better not pull that crap on me.” I blink, “You said that to her?”
He points a paw toward his face, “With my eyes. I said it with my eyes.”
I stare at him and ask, “Can you tell what I’m saying with my eyes right now?”
My little brother Salem and I are sitting at our dinner plates overflowing with Kibble, when he moans, “Today sucks. Shorthair hasn’t returned my calls in days.”
“Big deal,” I reply, “I haven’t had a girl call me back all year.”
He stops eating and cuts his eyes at me, “Yeah, well, our last date sucked too. When I got home, I realized I had a piece of tuna stuck in between my teeth.”
“Please,” I roll my eyes, “the last time I had a date, it was with a Chihuahua.” I pause for effect, “and she gave me fleas.”
“Well, Shorthair told everyone I had bad breath. Felines all down the block were snickering at me for weeks.”
“So what? The Chihuahua said she only went out with me because of my pic on CATch.com.”
“So, she thought I was a gerbil.”
Salem takes his paw and pushes his plate towards me, “You win.”
I scarf down the Kibble and think, “Damn right, I win. Nobody sucks more than I do,” oddly feeling better that I won at something.
I hear my human’s alarm clock go off so I patiently sit by my food dish. A minute later my food dish is shockingly still empty. I trot over to her room to see what disaster has screwed up my mealtime.
I nod at Salem, “Is she awake yet?”
He shakes his head, “No, she hasn’t moved a muscle.”
I raise an eyebrow, “Hmm.” I glance over at the bed, “I bet she’s just pretending to be asleep.”
Salem stares at me, “Would a human really do that?”
He’s so naive. I flick out my claws and with one good tap of her foot, she bolts upright.
I glance back at Salem with all the smugness I can muster, “See.”
Two seconds later breakfast is served. He has so much to learn.
I walk into the room, and I see my little brother Salem dropping a dead mouse onto our human’s bed.
“What are you doing with that?” I ask him.
“I caught it for our human. You know it’s her birthday today, right?”
“Yesss,” I reply. (Damn it!)
Not to be outdone by my little brother, I return with the remote I hid a week ago.
“OMG Mom, why can’t I just buy the plaid skirt?”
“Skirt?!! I thought that was a belt!”
Our little human rolls her eyes, “LOL Mom, you’re so funny.”
“Speak English. I swear, one day you’re going to tell me I need to kmj to the lmno so my qrs will work.”
“Mom, all the kids on Tik Tok are wearing skirts like that. If I don’t, I’ll be a loser.”
“Tik Tok? Is that the new word for weed? We’ve talked about drugs dear, as long as you live in my house, you follow my rules.”
“AAhh!!! Mom, I’m not even sure we’re living on the same planet! You don’t understand. You’re old.” (Now, I may be a cat, but even I felt that one sting.)
“Well, of course, you think I’m old, you’re 11.”
“Can I at least start shaving my legs? I swear, Mom, no one would be my partner in PE last year because they were afraid that if my legs rubbed together, it would start a small fire!”
“Fine, if you promise to be careful. And stop being so dramatic.”
Our little human throws her arms in the air and walks away mumbling, “I’m going to die. Everyone at my new school is going to think I’m a dork.”
My human yells after her, “Don’t worry dear, we’ll have a very nice funeral for you.”
Ah, peace and quiet. Now, I can take a nap.
It’s a typical Saturday morning, and I find myself pinned to the floor with my little brother Salem sitting on top of me.
“Say it. Say I’m the king.” He looks me square in the eyes and smiles.
“No! You’re not the king. You’re a fat-faced doo-doo head who couldn’t catch a mouse if he had opposable thumbs,” I sputter in defiance. I find it is important not to lose my dignity in these kinds of situations.
In a bold and classic sibling move, he grabs my tail and holds it, flicking and twitching, to my face. “Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?” he mocks.
“AAhhhh! Stop that!” He finally releases his grip, and I wiggle out from under him. With one swipe of my paw, I slap his stupid face and flee to my human’s room where I know I will have protection.
Later that day, Salem mysteriously finds his favorite stick toy floating in the toilet. I sit and watch from my human’s bed in delight as he fishes it out. Well played, Suki. Well played, I tell myself.
It is only later, as I start to take a nap, I pause and wonder if it is wise to close my eyes right now?
I’m chilling on the sofa when I see Salem walk in with cat litter stuck all over his chin and cheeks. Sasha turns to him and asks, “Why do you have that on your face?”
“Suki said it would make my whiskers grow.”
I stifle my snickering just in time to haul ass. #ILoveBeingABigBrotherYouMuttonhead!