I always wanted to be The cat

Zippy Speedy and Sadie. Spunky and Miguel. Thank you old chums. I shall miss you too, but I will be fine.
I always wanted to be The cat, but there is a Hindu proverb that says: beware of what you wish for you may get it...

I feel better after that...

I've realised I'm not a writer, and I don't want to transpose diaries. Susan didn't see me curled asleep amongst the autumn leaves, the gingery bits of my technicoloured coat in mimicry – a camouflaged cat! So this is the end of the ginger diaries. 'tis just me, THE cat, and this cat has not enough of the orange hue to inflame the author’s words.
I'm trying to be a pet. I've always been cat. I try sitting on the sofa. I try sitting on Susan's lap... But I'm not comfortable, and Susan says I should just be me – more than enough! That makes me purr. I still cry for Lil – stupid of me. I go into the front room where I can be alone, and I howl. I feel better after that...
 So bye-bye from me, and if Lil were here she'd say, well she'd say, “WHAT?” but she'd mean goodbye. And from The Ferdinand, the ginger fur ball, where ever he maybe; cheerio, old chums, bye-bye.