A year went by before I saw Sasha again. This time he was walking on his feet – still not that much bigger than me because I had grown too. He was sometimes annoying and would hit me. Mummy would tell him to be “nice, nice” and he would stroke me but I didn’t trust him very much.
Sometimes I wanted to show him I’m the boss and I would jump at him and he would pretend to cry. Mummy would pick him up and tell me “no” and he would repeat what she said to me – very annoying! And he doesn’t cuddle well – he would lean on me and with his full body weight or he sits on me.
Before long he was gone again. I wonder when I will see him again. I don’t think I am growing any taller so I am afraid he’s going to be bigger than me all too soon. Drats!
Mummy’s comment: When we’re altogether, those are my happiest days!
