I have been sitting on the bookcase swiping Lynettea with my paws. She had to protect herself with a cushion to go past. She asked me why I was in a bad mood. Perhaps it is the signs of spring in the air.
She said she doesn’t know what to do to make me happy. I have climbed down now and am staring out the front window into the street. And I don’t want the flashie in my eyes, thank you!!!
