ROY GILROY DECIDES TO SPY ON GUAI GUAI
One afternoon, right after my usual nap, I had a feeling that something great was going to happen to me. So I sniffed the wind. “I can’t smell Guai Guai around,” I said to myself. I sniffed the wind again and smelled his trail.
And I found myself in the street.
“Now, let’s see where is Guai Guai hanging about.” I crossed the street quite carefully and rather fast like a city cat. And guess what?
Guai Guai was right at the entrance of a school.
I got closer tiptoe or tip paw as in most secret missions with detective cats.
So I could see Guai Guai lying down at the front door, and wagging his foolish tail at everyone.
The parking lot was packed; cars, vans, even a limousine.
A happy looking black girl with braided hair patted Guai Guai on his head, showing her shinny braces in a smile.
” ‘ dis doggie come everyday to school, Mom.”
A toddler’s dad pulled his son closer. He stroked Guai Guai:
“Dog-gie lu-ves Sea-nny,” repeated the toddler.
Silly, silly, SILLY, I grumbled. I mean. I was there, and nobody, nobody paid any attention to me. I can swear I was not jealous. I only felt humanly unhappy.
The kids were waving little hands back to him:
“Bye, Guai Guai, see you tomorrow!”
“See you, doggie.”
I asked myself: Am I a pet or not? Of course, I am a pet. A cute lovable pet, I suppose. So why Guai Guai? Why not I?
My feelings were deeply hurt. That ruined my evening and also my night sleep.