Jazzmine: This time around, I’m a cat. But this has not always been so. I could tell you stories of who I was in past lives, but bragging about that is what brought me to this pass. I’m told I abused my power over others, and so now I am a cat and at the mercy of this human world for food, shelter and more.
Actually, I lucked out yet again. Initially born to a stray, along with a brother that ate most of the food the lady from ‘Save our Strays’ put in the cage for us and our mother, I was adopted by a lady with hair as black as mine. As humans go, she’s not bad, and for the most part
Jazzmine: I’m not the first and that’s a bitch. Worse, still, I’ll never be able to live up to ‘Sabrina’. I’ve heard her on the phone bemoan the loss of Sabrina, who lived past 23 – darned old for a cat. You think I’m exaggerating; here’s what she said to her friend over wine. I really miss Sabrina, she was an aristocat, Jasmine is a slut. Maybe it’s the upbringing, Sabrina came from a large family of people and menagerie of animals. Jazzmine came from Save our Strays.
Sabrina: Get over it. At least you’re alive; you get the treats, the pats. I’m a ghost and she doesn’t see me anymore except in memory.
Jazzmine: Lucky her.