December 1st was my birthday, as near and mommy and daddy can tell. I turned 5 this year. I still run really fast. And I jump on stuff. But mommy says I am slower and don't get on the bed so much as I used to. Why would I jump clear up on that high bed when I can step up on that pretty leather couch in the livingroom? It is just as comfy and I can still keep an eye on the whole house.
That little cat still hasn't gone away. As long as she doesn't try to eat my food I don't really care if she's around. Sometimes she sleeps on the big bed, but I can make her leave. It is easy to make her run away. Except sometimes. If she is cranky and I get too close then she scrapes her claws across my nose. That hurts. So I bark at her. And then she leaves. Silly cat.
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