Change Is Hard

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Mama’s mitten


Me and Mama's mitten

Me and Mama’s mitten

Katie here again.

So maybe my Mama does love me.  We went out to fill the bird feeders this morning and she let me go along.  I got to break up sticks on my deck while she filled the feeders.  It’s an important job.  The stick breaking.

So anyway, then she decided to drag some chairs off the deck to the basement and she let me stay outside.  But after she left with the first one I got sort of anxious and wanted to come in.  So she let me in even though I was dragging my leash and it got stuck in the door and she was trying to get the other chair in at the same time.

And of course when she went outside to fill the birdbaths I wanted to go with her even though I was still dragging my leash and it got stuck in the door on our way out and she almost spilled the water all over herself.  (Mama is sort of clumsy if you ask me.)

And then when she was done with that she wanted me to come in with her because it’s like 12 degrees outside (that’s -11.11 C!!) and I hadn’t finished with my job breaking up all the sticks so I wouldn’t come and she had to come get me.

She can't get it from me!

She can’t get it from me!

And all this time she didn’t yell at me at all!  And you know what?  When we got inside she tossed me her mitten because she knows how much I love to play chase when I’ve stolen something, like her mitten or her glove or her sock or ….well just about anything I can steal from her.

So we played a rousing round of chase the sheltie-with-the-mitten game.  And she laughed and took off her big coat and her hat and her sweatshirt and her scarf and put them all away.

And then I asked to go outside because I forgot to pee while we were out there.  And Mama just sighed.

Cause she loves me after all.  Yes she does.

Messed my fur up though.

Messed my fur up.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

22 thoughts on “Mama’s mitten

  1. LOL. Sounds like a day at our house too!

    Of course your mama loves you Katie. You’re the best!

    Oreo is very jealous of your mitten Katie. Chase the Oreo with the Mitten is his favorite game EVER!


  2. Sounds like a perfect day for breaking sticks! We have snow on the ground here now so it would have to be frosty sticks!!!


  3. Katie, your ordeal sounds just like Petey’s friend, Chance. He and Petey went on a big walk together – it was very exciting – and they were outside for a long time. And then as soon as he got inside, he went potty on the rug. At least you asked to go back out. And you enjoyed some mitten chase. Sounds pretty good to me!


  4. It is so cold, Katie. So very chilly. Glad you had some mitten fun!


  5. “Chase” is Dallas’s favorite game, too — must be a Sheltie-thing! Of course your mama loves you, Miss Katie — when Dallas refuses to come in after I’ve called him, I must confess that I DO yell!!


  6. Katie, just remind your mama that at least she doesn’t have to put a snowsuit, boots, hat and mittens on you before you go outside! You’re smart enough to have a built-in snowsuit.

    Sent from my iPad



  7. you have trained your Mom well Katie – we are so proud of you 🙂


  8. I think your mama loves you more than she loves herself! It’s so generous of her to share her mitten with you!



  9. I like the part about Katie forgetting to go pee all those times she went out. LOL


  10. Mittens are always fun. 🙂


  11. There are worse things than Katie forgetting to pee. (Sarah loves to break up sticks, too.) At a coffee shop on Sunday, I overheard someone say, “My cat peed on it.” I don’t know what “it” was but am glad it wasn’t Katie’s mama’s mitten!


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