Mommy and the Fredda Stair

by Phelicity

My name is Snowflake. I'm just a little white kitty with blue eyes, but my human mommy loves me very much. She has a name, too: Ginger Rogers. I live in a fine house with my mommy and a cook lady and a maid lady. They take very good care of me, and feed me the finest chopped chicken and liver, cooked just for me. Sometimes, when Mommy has a dinner party, Cook gives me little shrimps to eat! But my mommy goes away every morning to a "movie set", and spends her whole day there dancing with a "fredda stair". Not the same way she dances around with me at home. I like to dance, too, and I love to swish around to music with my mommy! But when she comes home at night from dancing with the fredda stair, her feet are sore and sometimes her heels are bleeding from shoes rubbing. It's too bad mommies gotta wear shoes to dance. Besides that, Mommy says she has to be better than the fredda stair, cause she gots to do all the same steps but backwards, and wearing high heels! I didn't understand that. I could imagine her dancing that way on a stair and falling down! I worried! Then one day I didn't feel too good and I was being real quiet. It was Cook's day off and Mommy didn't want to leave me alone. So she plopped me in my basket and took me to the movie set with her! Oboy! I forgot all about feeling bad, cause it was so exciting there! Know what? The fredda stair wasn't a stair at all! It was a tall human man in shiny black clothes and a hat. My mommy put on a beautiful, swishyful purpley dress, and she danced with him over and over on a big stage, with lotsa other humans sitting around watching. Oh, they danced so purrty! I was just enchanted! Well, a kitty has to behave furry well on a movie set, or everybody starts yelling! I only ran up on the stage to see if Mommy wanted me to dance, too. I only skidded a little on the shiny floor. I only jumped in the air once. I didn't really trip anybody. Not really. "Cut!" somebody yelled. "Get that cat outta there!" roared the Director-man. I don't like yelling, so I ran back to my basket. Soon my mommy took me to her dressing room, where she fed me my chopped chicken and showed me there was a sandbox there for me. So I spent the rest of the day in that room. Sure was a long day! It was all dark when Mommy came back, and I hoped I was gonna go watch the dancing some more. But I guess they were all through. Mommy took off her shoes and rubbed her feet, and put bandaids on her heels. I felt bad cause her feet were hurting her, so I went to pat them with my paws. Mommy laughed and scooped me up and held me on her purrty silky dress for a while. Then she took the dress off, put on her old slacks, and took me home. I still like to dance and swish around to music. I like to watch the movies with humans dancing, too, when Mommy shows one on a big screen for her dinner parties. But I understand now that all that happy dancing isn't as easy as it looks. It takes lotsa talent to do that, and it takes real hard work, too. If only humans didn't have to wear those shoes, and could just dance on bare paws, like me!