September 20th 2007 4:04 pm
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Maiou. Maiou. Mom put some icky stuff on me too. I know what it is. It's for fleas, but you can't tell Puddintayne anything. She just hisses in your face. So rude!
I wasn't having too bad a time with the fleas. They don't like me because of the way I smell. I have natural anti-flea smell.
Mom now feeds me in my own little plate. I like it because I no longer have to wait for Puddintayne to finish before I can eat. It doesn't help to be the smartest cat when your competition is huge. I can stand my own ground if I have to, but it is hard and I'd rather sleep. So I go my way and live a good life. I have my own pillow to sleep on and my own plate of food. What more could a cat want?
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