Jake is not all that bad.

He is my only playmate after all.

Jake tugs on cushions with me.

He plays 'chase' with me.

He even tried to eat my rocky food.

Momma would not let him.

Some Days, I manage to sneak one up to his room at darktime.

I think he likes them better than I do.

I like to try his turkey too.

He will throw me a piece when I come to him.

On Occasional Days, Jake and I play with a bouncing ball. Boing, boing. whap!

This toy is amazing, it moves when I make it go 'whap!'

It moves when Jake goes 'whump!'

And it goes away when daddy says "I am trying to work Jake!"

Still,

Jake is my best buddy.

Jake is my best playmate.

He is my only buddy, my only playmate. He may not even be a cat. He may not really be able to fly. But I don't care.

He is, and will always be my brother.