It’s true, my little tail twitchers. This is my final regular Tuesday blog post. To find out why, please come with me into the past, and envision with me my beautiful future.
I first started putting paws to keyboard a couple of years ago. My human beans had only just settled into their Wallaceburg home when they decided – without consulting me – that we would be moving again! Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary was born. Your adulation was too much for me to give up, so I continued to write even after we relocated at the Southwold ranch, as we call this slice of country heaven.
In recent months, though, I’ve felt I’ve said all I needed to say. I’ve taught you about feline behavior. Indulged in Mother’s silly whims (remember the cat’s-height art gallery?) Answered urgent questions posed by kitty readers. I even reviewed a movie and ranked my fave fur brushes.
My friends, I have grown weary. I’m in my 16th year. As I recently revealed, confidently leaping on furniture is something I do less of, despite Mother’s purchase of a well-placed pouf. I make a mess more often these days, and though my humans clean it up without complaint, I certainly don’t want my poor housekeeping to become what I’m known for. Honesty is, after all, my blogging watchword.
So, I leave you on a high note. It’s February 2021 – the month of Miss Sugar in the HSLM calendar! (My human beans pledge that it will be February in our home all year long!) This may be the pinnacle of my fame. It’s my fashion catwalk in Paris. My Oscar-winning moment. What better time to recede into the quiet life of a former supermodel?
I appreciate your readership, your kind emails and comments, your social media shares and your delight in my little life as a happy furball. Things in Miss Sugar’s world are very good, indeed. The naps are a little longer, my songs are a little louder and more frequent, and the love I take is equal to the fur I shed.
Mother will no doubt reference me here from time to time and seek my input on various matters, which I will happily provide.
Mother has been musing about the future of this blog and in which direction it should go. She has so many interests, I find it difficult to keep track! She’s taking a Creative Novel Writing course, rewriting a novel she already wrote, working on a monthly magazine, doing her voice work, and poking her little brain into every other pursuit that tickles her fancy.
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So, it’s so long but not goodbye. I love you all, my little tuna fanciers! You do you, and I’ll be me, sound asleep on the sheepskin rug.
I remain your furever friend,