Skirt spent the whole day ‘spring cleaning’.
I felt it my duty to help - so I kept well out of her way to let
her get on with it. I had breakfast, lunch and dinner with
Old-Grey-Fur; she’s such a nice human - it’s just a pity she
smells of fusty old mothballs. Eventually, I couldn’t
stand the smell any longer and had to go home. Next time I
visit, I will freshen up her house by spraying everything.
I must admit that I’m avoiding Snowball in
case she asks me again to make friends with Killer. It’s not
fair, I long to be with her - but I do not long to be mauled to
shreds by a manic, malevolent, murdering monster.