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The Tiniest Tiger’s Helicopter Parents

Friends, I am super happy to be home.  My stay at the Morris Veterinary Clinic was pleasant enough but there is no place like home.  My parents love me a lot and I love them right back.   I know and understand that they worry about me, and I worry about them too.

BUT,

Now that I am back from my glucose curve and am in need of some insulin to help me out my parents have turned into helicopter parents!  Honest they have.  And don’t tell my dad I said this, but he already hovered over me quite a bit.  Sometimes, he  runs around the house calling me “Gracey, Gracey Lou”  and I  am sleeping, I mean thinking, right out in the open in my living room bed!  Now, I know this is not his fault, because when I want to, I can become nearly invisible like a tiger, completely indiscernible from my surroundings.   Sometimes, my mom will be working in the office and my dad will run in and ask her if she knows where I am. I will hear my mom, say “No, not right at this moment.”  Then I hear a sigh and she joins my dad in the hunt for me.   hahahahahha. Usually I just stay in place, but sometimes I feel sorry for my dad and run behind the sofa and hide so it seems like I really was difficult to locate.


That being said, when I am feeling my inner tiger, I need a little quiet time.  We tigers are solitary creatures and we need our marked territory.  So I am putting down my paw.

The sun room is my territory for the entire afternoon!  I am marking my territory with this threshold line.  Only Lazy Leopard, Liz-ard and I are allowed to soak up the sunshine and watch Bossy Backyard Blue Jay from here.

I am asking not to hear the whirling blades of my hovering parents for just a few hours.

No entrance allowed to parents…unless they come bearing roasted chicken, and even then they can lower it down to us in a basket.  I need to get back into my old routine.

Won’t you please join me in telling my parents that I am doing just fine?  Thank you everyone.  Meow for Now!

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