I want to nominate my big sister, Tara, Princess Meezer, as the best fur sibling. I know, I know, she can be pretty intolerant and domineering, and lovable is not exactly in her vocabulary, but I tell you, its all an act. Here is why she is the best fur sibling.
When Mom and Dad first brought me home, I was scared, and I was so happy to see another Siamese. It didn’t matter if she didn’t like me at first, she was there, a fur sibling! I love Mom and Dad, but I was so happy I wasn’t going to have to live a life without a fur friend. That would have made me very sad.
I watched her like a hawk. She taught me everything. She taught me to use the scratching post, how much fun running the tube was, and oh, that orange feather fishing pole toy! It was always her favorite. But she always lets me have whatever toy I wanted, even if she was playing with it first. I drag that orange feather toy all around, and sometimes even get Tara to chase it after me!
We love to run and play fight, and chase all through the house. I’m not the only one that starts it, every so often, Tara gets a twinkle in her eye, and the game is on! We box and play fight. Tara is so sweet, she lets me win every so often, even though I know she doesn’t have to.
And she taught me all about going outside, and wearing harnesses and leashes. I don’t like going out as much as she does, I only do it cause her and Mom go out. So often, I stay inside and watch through the window. The true Tara comes out on these walks, she is full of love, rubbing on Mom, begging for pets. I know how much she cherishes this alone time with Mom, and I’m happy she gets to have it. But I’m always really happy when they come back in, as I get really upset when I can’t see Tara or don’t know where she is at. She is my rock.
And she is there for me on those terrible rides in the green moving box up to the mountain house. I get so sick, I just know I’m going to die. This is one of the few times Tara will snuggle with me and groom my furs, trying to make me feel better. I don’t know if I could make those rides without Tara.
Tara makes me brave. Brave enough to walk on the banister two stories up. Brave enough to open all the cabinet doors. Brave enough to twice figure out how to open the bedroom door after Mom threw me out after keeping her awake. She is always encouraging. And although that means I’m usually the one that gets into trouble, that’s OK. Little brothers always get the blame, but big sisters are always there for you. I can’t imagine life without her. Tara, Princess Meezer, is the best fur sibling.