I ran to see Momma when she got back on Sunday. I am mad at her now, though, because she didn’t brush my furs until tonight. I was getting very puffy and would have had another furball.
However, I chased Cheysuli all over the house last night.Â I think that was a good thing, even if Dad gets mad at me. It was Cheysuli who used her claws, I know. I would not do that.