My Mamas

I have two Mamas. Let me tell you about them.

I haven’t seen my Mama that gave me life in almost a year. I used to think about her, my sister and brother a lot, but the memories are fading. I remember the warmth and the wonderful milk she fed me. I can’t see her face, but… I have these really nice feelings about her smooth thick fur, and her loving tongue, and the way she washed me with it. I guess it would be an awful shame not knowing her more if it weren’t for my new family.

My human Mama is wonderful, loving, almost as warm as my other Mama, and a real trip. She likes to spend time with me. We run outside and play and she shows me places I probably wouldn’t see on my own. We watch television together; actually she watches and I sleep. I like lying on her shoulder and chest. It is so comfortable.

She speaks to me in Russian, and… well, I have enough trouble with English. Mostly it all sounds like wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, but I get the message no matter what she says. She loves me and I love her. She hugs me, and I lick her face and ear.

Life is great…

Later,
Woodie