An Ordinary Cat

Rinpoche gets told he is 'ordinary' by Daddi, in his latest blog.

Rinpoche Writes a Me-meow: Part 1

“I’m writing my me-meow, Daddi.”

“Your me-meow?”

“Yes, Daddi. The story of my life.”

“Oh, you mean your memoir.

“That’s what I said, Daddi. Could you please type my story for me? It’s called ‘My Life in the White House’.”

“But you don’t live in the White House.”

“Yes, I do, Daddi. Parts of this house are definitely white. Besides, nowadays everyone is interested in books about life in the White House. My me-meow could become a bestseller.”

“Rinpoche, there’s a difference between a white house – or a partially white house – and the White House, which is the official residence of the president of the United States.”

“All right, Daddi, if you must split hairs, I’ll change the title to ‘My Life in a White House’. Listen to what I’ve written; it’s very good:

My life in the White House – I mean a White House – is fun. I live with Daddi and Mummi. I eat a lot and I sleep a lot. The End.

“That’s my me-meow, Daddi. Do you like it?”

“It’s … er … very accurate and concise, Rinpoche. But perhaps you could flesh it out a little and include something a little less … well … ordinary?”

Ordinary, Daddi? Ordinary?”

“I don’t mean that in a bad way, Rinpoche. It’s just that a memoir has to grab the reader’s attention right from the start with some interesting or amusing stories.”

“So you think I’m just an ordinary cat, Daddi?”

“Of course not! You are my special and most extraordinary cat… Where are you going, Rinpoche? Come back!”

-to be continued-

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