Friday

Well.

Well, when that Big Fluffy Thing came to live with us this April, I WAS SO MAD! I didn't exactly know what it WAS...or what it was doing in MY HOUSE! All that fluff, that squishy face--what? After a few days, I figured out it was a cat. Like me, I think.

I still didn't like it much, tho. I growled at it, hissed at it, HATED it. But then...it didn't bother me, much, that Big Fluffy Thing. It NEVER tried to eat my FOODIES. And after a while, it kinda grew on me--that big Fluffy Thing.

I like it, now, kind of, That Big Fluffy Thing. That Woman who I LOVE, calls it "Little Girl" the way she calls me "DOUD!" I just don't like it when That Big Fluffy--I mean, when Little Girl sits where I belong--with That Woman! That's my spot! I will share That Woman with Little Girl, 'long as I get to be in the good spots: Lap, by her face, under the covers.

Sometimes, I have to carefully but firmly SIT on Little Girl to get her to move, so I can be in The Good Spot. Then, it's GOOD TIMES!

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