The secret life of Mimi and Ella

My cat stayed with Mimi for a few weeks once. My cat who has never been feed from anything but his food bowl and who, having a vegetarian owner, had no idea what ham was. After staying with Mimi, I had 4 weeks of trying to convince Fitz that no food was going to accidentally fall from my plate and if it did, it would definitely not be ham. Though the meowing was incessant for those 4 weeks, I was glad that Fitz had had a little spoiling. A little bit of ham falling from the sky must seem like a miracle for a cat and who does not need a few miracles. That was my cat, imagine Mimi's granddaughter. This past week when Mimi came to visit, there were whispers of all the wonderful things that would happen at Mimi's house and it all ended with " we won't tell your Mama". I know I heard talk of a pony. I have been lucky enough to be spoiled by my Grandmame and I got to say, there is nothing sweeter than the forbidden fruit. With Grandmame, I had chocolates at mid-day and only had to hint at the toy I wanted and wha-la, it would show up in my room. With my parents, chocolates came at Halloween and I had to launch out an all-out- year-long campaign for a toy and hope that I would get it for Christmas. For the weeks I was with Grandmame, everything was special, including me. I was incredibly special. My drawings belonged in the Lueve, my stories were riveting and I was obviously a gifted ballerina. I knew, none of what happened at my grandparents, would happen anywhere else, but I loved knowing there was one place on earth, where I could do no wrong. I never told my Mama what happened at Grandmame's either.