Friday, March 28, 2008
Pumpy and I had a barney the other night. (A barney is British for an argument.) Anyway... we had a barney at about 2 AM. Pumpy chased me around and I was growling and hissing and spitting and my fur was flying. It came out in clumps all over the hallway. Then the dog got all involved because she thought she was being "invited to play" but of course she doesn't know anything.
So the woman had to get up and put a stop to it and she was none too thrilled. She stayed awake for a few hours afterward but Pumpy and I fell back to sleep, curled up against each other as always. We really love each other and I don't exactly know why we have these spats. I think it's because one of us flicks our tail wrong or moves an ear forward.