It’s me, Mochy. I know I haven’t written in a few days, but I have been very busy.
First of all, I have discovered the toy chest. I don’t know why she has to put all the GOOD toys at the bottom so I have to DIG them OUT, but there you go.
Then, I have been TRYING my best to make friends. Mouse has been a gentleman, of course; even Coco has been sweet to me. But Ray…well, I can’t figure him out. One minute he acts like he likes me, then next minute he’s pushing me OUT of the bed. Oh well. I am TRYING to be patient.
Maybe he doesn’t think I’m pretty. Well, that is going to change, you watch. Mom talked with a Sphynx breeder at the cat show the other day, and asked her about giving me a B-A-T-H. The woman told my Mom to treat me just like she would her own face. Mom asked whether that meant seeing Dr. Baker about a facelift. HAHA. Very not funny.
But today, when Mom went to see the dermatologist, she got a whole bunch of samples of stuff for sensitive skin. She told her doctor she was bringing them home for ME. The doctor laffed and laffed. (The Doc is a crazy cat lady so she totally got it.) Anyway, now Mom is talking about “Saturday is spa day.”
I wonder what that means exactly? I wonder if it will make Ray love me more. I know he likes girls with wrinkles because he loves his Mom.