Gemma wants a word...

Hello, my name is Gemma and I decided that I had better do some writing here and give you some of this story from my point of view. Zak and I had a little discussion and, while I applaud his efforts and the fact that he has used some of my verses in his narrative to make a point, I still feel that the story needs a feminine touch.

Zak is a handsome cat who spends a lot of time washing and sleeping, somehow he managed to get his tail broken at the end as it has a slight kink. I have asked him about it but he refuses to talk about how it happened, all he says is that it happened in a portion of his life that he would just as soon forget.... It ads a touch of mystery to him anyway....

I think that, when he was very young, he was mistreated, and now that he has found a good home with Dad and Mom he would just as soon forget the past. He is not a playful cat, is somewhat aloof, this also leads me to think that he did not have much fun as a kitten, anyway enough about Zak for the moment....

He has mentioned Sebastian, the local bully, I was watching from the deck this afternoon when Sebastian was ‘fenced' by a Husky dog... In actual fact I think the dog was lucky, he seemed a playful thing and it did not appear that he was a real cat hater, but his nose was in paw range and I could see that Sebastian was lining him up for a quick slash... However Dad noticed, went down into the garden and called the dog away, then sent Sebastian off in the other direction.. Sebastian could have converted that Husky into a real cat hater very quickly..

I noticed that Zak has also talked about ‘being wiped' when it is wet .. This morning Mom was out so Zak and I decided on a little game... He told Dad that he wanted to go out so Dad came up with the usual statement "it is wet so you will have to be wiped". Out Zak went and of course got wet, about 10 minutes later Zak wanted in,

Dad stood there with the towel and, while Zak was looking for the best way to get past Dad, I went out, however Zak underestimated Dad who shut the door again.
Dad appeared again downstairs at the back entrance to the garage and indicated that the only way in to the house was through the garage, Zak was nabbed in the garage and wiped. I did not know about this till I decided to come in, Dad appeared downstairs again and this was when I found what Zak had gone through, I was also caught and wiped.
The moment I came back in Zak wanted out again, Dad caught on and said "OK you guys I am not spending the morning chasing and wiping you so if it is out you want then you can dry off in the potting shed till I have time to let you in again". Zak had one more go and was again wiped in the garage, then we both decided to have a nap and try it on Mom.

Mom came in about noon and out we both went, it was still raining and not much fun out there so we did not want to stay out too long, so up on the deck railing we both jumped to let Mom know we wanted to come in.... Wouldn't you know , Dad had explained our game to Mom over lunch and the next thing we knew there was Mom at the back door to the garage saying "this is the way in for little people with wet feet."

Zak tried it one more time later on, he went out the back and came round to the front door, Mom let him in but shooed him downstairs right away.... I think we are going to have to think up something different for tomorrow.

Well, my paws are sore so I think I will turn the machine back over to Zak, after all this whole story thing was his idea, it was nice writing to you... Gemma.