12. Goose

VisitingI was reading in my favorite chair in the living room when all of a sudden Tigger leapt into my lap. After recovering from the surprise at all of a sudden having him taking the place of the magazine I had been reading I set it aside and began stroking him. He was sitting on my stomach braced against my legs which were up, my feet on the foot rest. His hind feet stuck out at about 45 degrees and he sat straight up with his face becoming triangular as I smoothed the hair on the sides of his face. I looked at him and thought of what my wonderful mother would say if she could see him. I knew exactly what she would say.

"Goose!" I said to him.

"What? Did you call me a goose? I am a cat!" he replied.

"My mother would have said 'goose' if she could see you right now. You look goofy sitting like that and with your hair smoothed down. She always said 'goose' whenever anyone was silly or goofy. I wonder what your mom would say if she could see you."

"I still say I am not a goose... I am a cat." he insisted.

"I bet I know what your mother would say. She would probably say something like... Young man, sit up right. I taught you better than that... is that what she would say?"

"Probably."

With Mom"And what would you say to her?"

"Yes ma'am."

He couldn't help adjusting his feet and sitting a little taller. He used his front paws and fluffed his hair back out.

"You have a real good mom. I don't know where she is now but she may come by to see you some day. That would be real nice wouldn't it?"

What a Mom"It sure would. I miss my mom." he said as he leaned over and nuzzled my face as he would his mom's if she were in my place. I stroked his head and down his back all the way to the tip of his tail.

"I know you do but let me tell you, she would be real proud of you.... most of the time."

"What do you mean 'most of the time'? I am a great cat... all the time."

"W-e-l-l.... most of the time. You get very hard headed about some things you know. You get up on things you know I don't want you on."

"I just want to see everything I can get to. I live here too don't I?"

"You do indeed live here too but there are some things you should stay away from. You know what I don't want you getting into so you should just not get into them."

"What makes you think I know?"

"When you see me you start trying to get down even before I say anything to you. I shoot you with the water pistol and you really find a way down fast."

"Oh yeah... well..." he said as he turned away having had enough of this particular conversation.

"Tigger, I have to go get a hair cut." I said as I got my truck keys and started for the door."

"Which one?" he asked.

"Which one what?"

On chair back

"Which hair are you going to get cut?"

"Actually I am going to get all of them cut. I should look great when I get back... just wait."

He had settled on his little bed and watched as I prepared to leave. "I don't think a haircut will help much." he said.

"Thanks a lot." I said as I left to get my hair cut.

When I returned he was still in his little bed. The noise I made as I came into the house woke him. He looked up at me with his eyes barely able to focus.

"Well, don't I look great now?" I asked.

He looked me over for a little while trying to find just the right words to answer. Finally he turned and tucked his head back under one of his front paws and said "Goose..."

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