Turn the furry cheek

My little brother has arrived. He’s so tiny! So fluffy! So cute! 

But I am sorry to say that it was hatred at first site.

It was the way that Mama picked him up and cuddled him non-stop. For a while, it seemed that she forgot I was even there.

I became very jealous. I hissed at him whenever Mama wasn’t looking. I wanted to scare him; maybe even make him find his way back to Newcastle. 

But instead of hissing back, he just looked at me and purred. He was being friendly. Eventually he wore me down and I started purring back. 

That night we slept together at opposite ends of Mama’s bed.