Yesterday began with the usual trip to get the mail
and stop to visit the Nice Ladies in the office.
Then Mom and I spent some time outdoors.
We walked over toward the bush where I always see the birds.
I saw them!
I stalked them.
They got away.
Mom was talking to the lady upstairs near the bush;
two doors down from our house.
I guess this black and white kitty named Lucy lives there.
I looked up at her, but was completely uninterested.
As soon as we walked back to my house, I looked toward
our upstairs neighbors' window.
Sure enough, Angel was looking down at me.
I meowed and meowed to her.
After awhile Uncle and Auntie came over.
That's when I went into sulking mode.
I even hissed at Auntie.
She hissed back at me.
She used to be my favorite visitor, but I don't see
her as much as I used to.
I went into my box hotel and pouted.
This is my pouty face:
Mom offered me some of her glass condensation
in an attempt to cheer me up.
I, however, was determined to remain in sulking mode.
Once Auntie and Uncle left,
I began to insist Mom take me for a nighttime recon.
I did not get my way.