Olive here! I have a bone to pick with my bratty sister Sophie. So, you remember my new box that I told you about earlier? How Mom made it for me after my other box got too old and dirty? That’s right…she made it for me. Not Sophie!
As a reminder, this is me in the new box. (Look how good I look in it.)
Like any good guard kitty, I even patrol the perimeter of my box to make sure no intruders come around.
The other day I came back from patrol and look what I found! Sophie had snuck right in the front door!
And then guess what she tried to do? Sophie tried to give me a hug! As if that would make it all better!
And to make matters worse, I saw Sophie letting foster cat Lion into my box, too!
Ugh! Those two stunk up my box. I don’t want it anymore.
Tell me kitties, do you have a special box that you call your own? Apparently, I don’t anymore.