Ears

Pops bought a Scotish blanket years ago. I have adopted it as my own. I love the little bits that hang from the ends of the blanket. Pops likes that it keeps him warm. He is old, after all.

But mostly I want you to look at my ears and my coloring. I am a beautiful multi-colored girl. I have black, white and butter-scotch pudding spots all over my head and body.

But my ears are special. They are quite something, aren't they? I can hear Mums calling me, and I can pretend for hours to ignore her. I can hear Pops making his noises, and while I perk my ears, I ignore him too. Mums ignores his noisss too.

Please don't hate me because I am beautiful.


Shiva.