If cats had language (and blogs): Cilantro's blog

[Today's post is by my daughter, Lauren, a teenager who loves language almost as much as she loves our cats, Parsley, Cilantro, and Oregano.]

Parsley is the sole reason for my existence
By Cilantro

My Profile

Name: Cilantro Q. Moore
Location: The house where Parsley is
About me
I love Parsley. She has the softest ears, and the nicest meow... She's really a sweet cat once you get to know her. I think she loves me. Her fur is the prettiest shade of brown. She's so beautiful. I love her I love her I love her.

Interests
Parsley, being licked by Parsley, listening to Parsley's voice, sleeping in the same room as Parsley, eating in the same room as Parsley, existing in the same room as Parsley.

Music
Parsley's voice, anything but rap and country

Books
Whatever Parsley is sleeping on at the moment--I think it's the small person's algebra textbook

Quotes
No fate is worse than a life without Parsley.
-Czechoslovakian proverb

Parsley is the reward of life.
-Congolese proverb

Parsley doubles joy and halves grief.
-Egyptian proverb

Friday
Parsley loves me. She loves me. Today she licked my head before she clawed it and hissed at it. Sigh. I love Parsley so much.

Saturday
Today Parsley ate some of my food and then spit it out. I think her saliva was still on it. It was the best food I ever ate.

Sunday
For some reason the people insist on picking me up and cuddling me. When they do this I am no longer at Parsley-height. This makes me angry. Today they picked me up and I was away from her for like twenty whole seconds before they put me down again.

Monday
I sniffed Parsley's butt today. That made her mad for some reason. She growled at me a lot. It's ok, I'm used to it. I like the way she smells. I love Parsley so much. Parsley, if you're reading this, sorry I made you hiss at me. I love you.

Tuesday
Parsley scratched me across the face today. She touched me!! I'm so happy. I love her. I can't believe she touched me! With her paw and everything! Oh, hey, I'm bleeding.

Wednesday
I don't understand why Parsley likes being outside so much. It's so noisy! And there's lots of strange things out there, like grass and benches and stuff! I'd be scared. But not Parsley. She's so brave. I love her.

Thursday
She has the voice of an angel. I'm so glad I get to hear it every day for so long. Even her hisses are melodious.

Friday
Today I cuddled with one of the people--the small one. She's not Parsley, but I tolerate her because without her, no one would feed my beloved. Well, except for the other two I guess. I cuddle with them sometimes too. They're not Parsley either. I guess they can stick around though. I mean, they feed me too. But I always give the best bits of my food to Parsley anyway.

Saturday
Today the people left for a while. I got to hear Parsley's voice. I fell asleep and dreamed she was chasing me and howling. It was the best dream ever.

Sunday
I wrote Parsley a poem today. This is how it goes:

Meow meow meow meow meow
Meow meow meow meow meow
Mew mew mew mew mew
Mew mew mew mew mew
Meow meow meow meow meow.

It's a limerick! I hope she likes it.

Monday
I think she liked it. She only snorted at me once when I read it to her! That's like a record or something. Also today I licked her ear a little bit. She has soft ears. I love her so much.

Tuesday
I watched Parsley sleep. Then I fell asleep. When I woke up the people were petting my belly but in my sleep I thought it was maybe Parsley.

Wednesday
I LOVE PARSLEY. Just wanted to get that out there.