I am less cranky about being forced to stay at Lay-dee and Big Daddy's house. I finally had the relaxing day I was hoping for. I slept quite a lot. I escaped under beds, cozied myself under blankets, and even enjoyed some time in the closet fort that Lay-dee built for me. That Lay-dee sure can build a nice, comfy fort. I do wish she'd stop asking me if I like my closet fort though. I'm using it, aren't I? She is so insecure.
I did have to growl at one of Lay-dee's rascal hooligan cats that tried to visit and make friends with me. If I were to have friends, they would be a much higher class than Lay-dee's plebeian hooligans. I was also disturbed for some time by a crow that sat on the top of a light pole outside my window. Despite my chattered, staccato half-meow-chirps, the crow refused to move. He even repeatedly taunted me with his irritating squawks and squeals. He is not my favorite.
Lay-dee is now trying to get me to play by dipping my toys in the catnip bag. I do like the catnip. I'm not as fond of Lay-dee. The struggle is real.
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