Would I prefer a mummy or a human friend.
‘Well, Sasha, what does a mummy do?’
Feed me. Cuddle me with a mummy cuddle. Groom my furs. Call the Vet (bad), order me around (bad).
‘And what does a human friend do?’
Play games with me. Stroke my furs.
‘So, what do you think?’
I spend most of my time looking after the human, whether she thinks she is the friend or the mummy. Maybe she has a split personality. I had better humour her, so I purr and stare at her.
‘You need a mummy and a friend. That is good, Sasha. Dear kitty!’
