A nearly plotless story about Moona the Wish and my temporary lodging in Mount Rainier. The story’s short, so it has that going for it.
Two cats live at the house in Mount Rainier, Maryland. I’ve been calling them That One and The Other One. Turns out That One has a name. It’s Moona.
The Other One probably also has a name.
I’ve also been informed that Moona is a she.
“He’s bothering me,” I said to the home’s owner. “He is driving me batshit crazy.”
“She’s bothering you,” the owner said.
“Yes. That is correct.”
As in, she (not he) is meowing at my door right now. Like, right now.
Hold on.
Okay, I’m back.
Moona has been in my room all of four seconds, and she’s already sacked out on the bed.
Here’s the deal. Moona hangs where I hang, chills when I chill, and generally keeps me company. She seems sad when I leave and excited when I return. I find her behavior quite extraordinary for a cat. Maybe she was a dog in a former life?
“Moona” is an Arabic word that means “wish.” Moona the Wish. That’s kind of cool, right?
God, I wish I could get this cat off my bed.
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For someone who doesn’t have pets, you sure get some lovin from them. 🙂
I know, right? I got home about a half-hour ago, and Moona was sitting by the door waiting. I swear, she’s a dog.