Oscar was asking for it again last night, but lucky for her, she was on the other side of the window. I really don't see why SHE gets to hang around outside all night, while I have to stay indoors. There she was, grey fluffball, perched on the stepping stones in MY GARDEN right outside Ellen's bedroom window. Bathed in the glow of reflected light. (Nothing so romantic as moonlight.)
Really not fair. All I could do was hiss at her a few times, but she only cast a disdainful glance in my direction and sprawled out in the cool of the night.
I hate her.
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