They Never Played

Dear Mom,

I guess it takes some pets longer than ten days to get acquainted and become friends. Even though Smeagol had more tolerance at the end of Wee’s stay (see Friend or Foe? blog to understand), Smeagol still didn’t want to play or have much to do with Wee, but they got physically closer.

Smeagol and Wee had cream together.

Smeagol let Wee eat his food, although he was on the window sill whining about it.

They sniffed each other. Smeagol always sat at the screen door wondering why Wee went outside and not him. One night they both slept a foot away from each other and that was more than I could have hoped for.

I remember when I was little and we’d go to someone’s house that we’d only visit once a year. If they had kids we’d all be thrown together and stand there awkward. Or if we could get away with it, we’d hang onto your side for as long as possible before that became annoying to you and you’d say, “Go play.”

Depending on where we were at and who we had to play with would depend on how quickly we’d gel and play like mad. When it was time to go home, we’d whine, “Do we have to go now?” Then there were the times where you thought you had been at place for a weekend, it’d drag on and you couldn’t wait to go home. It seems like those times were fewer, but still…

I imagine that’s what it was like for Smeagol, only for Smeagol it was, when is this thing they call Wee going home? The day Wee left, Smeagol kneaded my belly, purred his little heart out, curled up and fell asleep on my lap. I guess it was his way of saying, “Thank you.”

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