tip-toe through the tuesday

well. My Mama hadda take this picture furry fast, so it's blurry--but it ackshully is ME, Xing Xing, goin' frum the kitchen to the liffin' room. My Mama had locked up my rotten brofurs (an' the dbd, who I don't really mind) inna computer room, so I could come out from my suite to the rest of the house. I slinked around furry tenatifly for a while, because the whole place just REEKS of boycats, an' it was hard to belief that there weren't really there. but I told myself that My Mama wouldn't let me go anywheres it was dangerous, or let the boycats ambush me, so I finely came into the kitchen--there were food smells, but also boycat smells, because they were right behind the door behind My Mama. it was furry hard for me, but I was brave an' jumped up onna table an' mommer shared some cheese sammich wif me!! it was so delicious!!

then there was a thump-thump-thump onna door behind My Mama, an' that was enuf for me! I looked my thanks at her an' blinked luffin'ly, an' jumped down to go back to my rooms off the liffin' room. that's when she got this picture, an' then she came an' closed my door so the evil ones could come outta the jail.

that was pretty much all the adventure I needed fur the day; I napped all afternoon, an' din't even ask to come out an' sit on her lap after supper that night! but I'm glad I went--it's good to remind yerself sometimes just how brave you really are!