Bum slaps. All day, every day. From anyone.
If you visit, you must bum slap me. It’s obligatory.
Dear Diary,
Today me and Jezzy spent most of the day snuggled in “The Sheep”.
Mum wanted it, but she can’t have it. It’s mine.
Well, unless she shares it with me, then it’s okay. Sort of.
Then she went outside and mutilated a chair. At least that’s what it looked like. She was taking bits off, and sanding and gluing and screwing stuff back in. There was dust all over, I saw it from the window.
She ran out of something called Sandpaper. Allegedly my tongue is made of it, so maybe I could have helped? But she didn’t ask.
I tried to snuggle when she came in, but she ran into the bathroom and stayed in there for aaaaages. I went to make sure she hasn’t drowned herself in the shower, but she was ok. Said she was itchy.
Itchy is not nice, I know from experience. But why she wants to be wet all the time… I dunno.
Later she got a call from a friend and I tried desperately to get attention, and bum slaps. I got a few bum slaps! But not enough. So I worked very hard to make her notice. Didn’t work.
She said I’m a nuisance. I don’t know what that is. I’m a Sphynx cat, not a nuisance. Surely she knows that by now?
We were watching her friend’s horses on video though, that was cool.
It’s really windy and chilly outside, but the fire is on in here, it’s nice and warm, and we’re all zonked out.
Livvy.