Ok, I've been contemplating Mom's rating on her Purrformance Review lately. Can you believe she called me... FLUFFY!!... today? As a nickname? Do I LOOK like a Fluffy to you, furriends?
On the other paw....Occasionally I have, well, litterbox issues. Things don't always - ahem - complete themselves fully in the facilities area, and that requires special clean up. Like the other day, we were going up the stairs together and I stopped short, not wanting to go all the way. I knew it would be obvious that I'd had one of THOSE days, and you know, that is embarrassing. But Mom saw it and cleaned up, and told me not to worry a bit about it, we all have those kind of days, and it was part of her job description to take care of it. Frankly, I appreciate that kind of attitude. So in that way, she's a good egg.
Just don't call me Fluffy!!