Tuesday, May 10, 2011
I have to help Momma in the morning get ready. She puts beige cream on her face and then some pink stuff on her cheeks. She puts black stuff on her eye lashes and sprays stinky stuff on her fur. She is always telling me what a great job I do putting on my eyeliner; I think that is why she likes it when I help her. I am good about helping, that is the kind of girl I am.
I am getting more patient with the little monster. Daddy got mad at me when I bopped her too hard on the head, but she had it coming. I really like her and she has helped with my depression over lossing Miss Patches (I hid upstairs all the time, but now I am out and about.) Momma didn't know us cats get depressed, jut like people, when they loose somecat they love. But, I am all happy again.