Today I met the other cat on the household again. She is a big cat, 6 years old and her name is Sandwich.
Ma thought it would be funny to name me Bacon, clearly.
Sandwich came in the bedroom where I was playing on the duvet with Ma, she jumped up and saw me, then hissed really loud. I was fascinated, but not scared. I jumped towards her, asking her to play with little chirrups of delight - a new playmate!
Sandwich ran away. She ran away real fast, hissing and growling. What's wrong with her I just want to play?
In the meantime, I'll stretch and have a nap. Do I look like Superman?
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