Greetings, humans.I am communicating here, even though I have my own blog, because I live to serve my mistress, and to a lesser extent, my master. She doesn't feel like writing.
I don't understand what is wrong with her. She is nervous and on edge, yet I don't know why. The giant cat creature seems to have left the area, so she is not being hunted. I know that had me nervous and on edge.
It has something to do with the old people who are here. And the small black rectangle that makes strange screeching noises that she talks into sometimes.
I don't know why the old woman upsets her so. I like her. She puts bits of meat in my bowl after most meals. And she talks nicely to me, even though she doesn't bend down to stroke my silky ears, and she doesn't like it when I kiss her.
I hope my mistress feels better soon. I don't like it when she's not happy.
