Even more blather about baby birds (Yum) and summer and not a word about me and my tribulations. In the dead of night, I find this totally dreadful, jealous-making photo on HER commuter. HER with my rival, getting cozy while I pursue innocent sleep.
What's a wrong cat to do? I took my revenge by making a mess in the litter box. 'Nuff said.
The Interloper was in HER bedroom, on HER bed. Does she think I can't smell? It's Sunday morning and I only got perfunctory mommy-kitty time.
It may be summer, but the days are dark.
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