January 10
Sat by the open door unsure whether to nip outside and get wet and blown up the arse, or stay in the warm. When Mum pushed me up the bum, I miaowed back pretty sharpish - I don't like to be pushed when making important decisions.
Darted very quickly beneath my hidey bush and sat there - got very wet still, not good. Eventually Mum called me in and about bloody time, I say. Tabitha jumped all over me so I warned her off with a hiss. Am simply not in a good mood. I planned an entire leisurely day outside.
Damn weather always ruins my plans.
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