So far as that planning I mentioned? I’m coming up with nothing. She’s undeterable. Terrible. Cocky. Year of the Rooster got into her or what? She came after me with a hissy fit that left me low running for cover and she went after me under the couch even. I can jump higher so up on the high window sill she let me be.

I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She won’t let me be. I sleep half-alert most of the time. I never know when a swat is going to leave a beadmark of red across my nose. She cuts me off and detours me when I go to eat. She is swaggering around the kitchen like she owns it. I own only the lily pad of path of where I walk. She permits me my cheese station at the end of the counter. And laps in the afternoon but evenings she’s mooching in to that too. This habitation isn’t big enough for all of us. Now if you’ll excuse me it’s time for my one eye open afternoon nap.