I was cuddling Midget (my cat) earlier. I was just thinking about how she's kind of a substitute for Mia while I'm at my dad's house except more platonic. She's my child. I love her. I was thinking about how overprotective I am of her and how much I spoil her. She's an outside kitty but we fall asleep together and cuddle a lot. Also, she gets a taste of like, every meal I have. I can just picture Rita thinking, 'I wish my husband loved me as much as Ray loves that cat.'
At one point I was talking to my dad about Midget. I said, "I really do have a thing for runts, don't I?" I was referring to favorite puppies from litters before, specifically one named Mini Wheats.
He said, 'yeah, you like the ones with the least chance of survival.'
I replied, 'I bet on the underdogs.'
I was mid cuddle with Midget, petting her as she woke up from her nap. She was purring. Then, a song started playing.
My baby, my baby
You're my baby, say it to me
I recognized it immediately. This was in Mia's playlist. I had only heard it one time before because Shelly mentioned that one of her Discord parents would sing it to her before she went to bed every night.
Baby, my baby
Tell your baby that I'm your baby
This is kind of what I picture Midget would say if she could talk. I say it all the time. Whenever Rita says that she's an outside cat and has no survival instincts, I say, "she's just a baby!" While hugging her closer to my body. I have to protect her. She's my baby.
I bet on losing dogs
I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place
This seriously shows my blind faith for runts. I expect them to live long, healthy, happy lives, though they probably won't live at all.
I'll be there on their side
I'm losing by their side
I'd protect Midget with my life. She's my dad's house Mia. She's my baby.
