Last night there was a bit of a thunderstorm. I wasn’t scared.
The yellow-eyed black cat is still hanging around and eating MY FOOD!
I am not impressed!
The human put out some pate that was not good for her anymore, and I tried to eat… and that black thing comes and tries to take it!
The human calls it “Not my cat”, so I guess that’s what his name is.
It was nice again this afternoon though, so I sunbathed on the doorstep.
The human was making some wood smaller and put some seeds in pots.
But that was pretty much all. I think it was because she still wasn’t feeling too good from the day before.