It's not easy being fluffy

a visit with The Man

Yesterday The Man came over and spent some time with us. I love it when he comes over. He brings me special treats, and brushes me and calls me "My Lola". Loki doesn't seem to mind it as much as when The Lady picks me up and pets me. Then he jumps on my head and bites and bites until he gets a good piece of my fur in his mouth. The little devil cat! Last night I caught him eating my hair out of the hairbrush.

The Man and the Lady left us alone for most of the day. When they came home, they sat on the couch and we all watched TV. Then The Man got up and just left, just like that!! I stared sadly at the door for a while but he didn't come back.

This morning I decided to jump on the bed and cuddle with The Lady, but I must have miscalculated because instead of sinking my claws into layers of thick mattress, I landed on The Lady's arm and she screamed. "ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!" I was frightened and ran away. Later I calmed down and returned to the bed, but I stayed near the feet. This seemed safer to me.