heh heh heh
hey. it's me, holly. boy, do i sure have the beans in this house fooled. the one that keeps saying she's my new mommy is the worst. she keeps calling me "little miss holly" and saying all sorts of things in this syrupy voice. things like "you're mommy's sweet little girl." and she coos at me. seriously! what's a street cat gotta do around here, anyway? the other bean, the cousin, comes in to try to pet me when the new mom's gone. i hiss and flatten my ears back. i do that to the new mom, too, 'cause she's got to learn who's the boss. that's me, just in case you weren't certain.
for the last couple of days, ever since i stopped being totally docile and started hissing at the new mom, she's started calling me "holly golightly." she says it's from some movie. she says she's calling me that because in the movie, holly golightly pretended not to care about people because she was afraid of getting hurt. the new mom says that i really do want to love her and that i want her to love me, too, but i'm scared because i was hurt and because i used to be a street cat. hmmpphh. we'll see about that!