Oh, I know; Prancy wants it, but that's okay.
I don't mind.
She is my cat, anyway. My great-great-grandma cat.

I really love resting on the Front Stoop, and watching all the little creatures, and the big ones, too. I like to bark-bark-bark at passers-by, though we don't get too many of the human kind. Sometimes we have neighborhood dog bark-conversations.

Sometimes Mum asks me to cool it a bit, though.

Kwali likes to join me in bark-fests. I have a deep voice! Kwali sometimes has, too, but she can get yappy sometimes.

If I have to be penned, this pen is pretty okay.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you why I'm here. In the pen. Or in my wire crate. That's because I had knee surgery, and Mum said I have to be protected from my own wild alert-alarms, and also, from Kwali jumping all over me. I hurt so badly my first four days after surgery that I was very glad nobody could touch me by accident.

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