Twin Tuesday - Split Purrsonality & Spay Day USA!!!
Ok I first started becoming concerned when I'd be all curled up being my usual adorable self, getting pets and purring irresitably when one or the other of my humans would say, "and this is the the kitty who was just up on the piano knocking over the picture frames like a crazy cat?" or "and this was the kitty who we had to chase off the kitchen table 3 times today?" and the other bean would say "No way, it must've been his "evil twin."
I would get a little worried and think, "I wasn't up on the piano, I wasn't up on the table, and I certainly don't smell another cat around here evil or otherwise. What on earth could be happening????" Then I figured it out.
Usually mommy leave the TV on the Family Channel for me to watch during the day. It is nice and quiet with lotsa dialog and it keeps me company, but sometimes she leaves it on channel 9 (from the news in the morning) and that is the channel One Life to Live is on. That is when I discovered "split pursonalities." That is when you have an "evil twin" side that is actually INSIDE your body!!! It has a name very similar to yours and everyone things the evil things it does is actually being done by you since it is your body. See, on One Life to Live, Jess's evil alter is "Tess" and Viki's evil alter is "Niki."
My alter ego is "Bendrix" and HE is the one who gets up on the piano and knocks things over. HE is the one who scratches the carpet and gets up on the kitchen table and knocks the cruchies out of the bowl. HE is the one who steps on your tummy in the middle of the night making you have to get up and use the big people litterbox. I, sweet Hendrix, would never do those things. I, sweet Hendrix am the one who gives gentle headbutts to you to show you I love you. I'm the one who curls up under your arm in the night and purrs you to sleep. I'm the one who lays on your lap (not your belly) when you're sick and nurses you back to health and waits quietly and patiently for you to give me my plate of stinky goodness. Ok, that last part isn't true, but, come on, it is stinky goodness and I looooooooove it, but not as much as I love you. So, dear mommy and daddy, remember, it is Bendrix, not me, who needs to be chastised when there is wrongdoing afoot.
I, sweet Hendrix should be given extra treats and chin scritches for having my poor body misused in such a terrible way. sigh.