I've had a bad weekend

Well I never thought this would be my weekend. First Saturday night my staff person tricked me and grabbed me and used that stupid comb on me. I hate being combed. I yelled and hissed but she held tight and got a few lumps of hair off me. I must admit it feels pretty good now (but don't let her know I said that).

Then Sunday morning my stupid brother Rufus started chasing me and trying to grab and kill me. He grabs me and hangs on and kicks me with his back feet - when staff isn't around to protect me. Lucky for me she was here and she rescued me from him. Then she had the nerve to pick him up and kiss him and take him down stairs. I know she's been worried about him but he's going to think she kissed him because he had been picking on me.

Oh well, guess maybe I can con some special treats out of her this morning because she feels guilty I got picked on .... gotta go ......

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