Cst Hair

I was kind of in trouble. Here's what happened. When I want to be all by myself, or if it is thundering, or when Cleo is here, I like to go into Her side of the closet and curl up under Her clothes. I feel as if that's kind of clever of me, don't you? Well, today, when She was folding up clothes for the poor people, She came upon a black skirt, way at the back - the last skirt in there. When She saw it was all covered in cat hair, She guessed that it was my hair, because it was the color of coffee with cream in it. Oh, Coffee, She said. I can't give a skirt like this to the poor people! I felt kind of sad, because I didn't know I was leaving hair on it! Then She started to laugh, and showed Him. He said He would wash it for Her, and the problem was over. She gave me pets so I wouldn't feel bad. It didn't stop me from wondering why She was working in Her closet when She is having company on Sunday, and there is a lot of work to do to make things look nice, but I decided not to say anything.
That cute little Katy is in our back yard again. I think she knows He feeds the birds, and Katy believes she can catch a bird. She is mistaken, I happen to know. Sorry about the hair, but hey, I'm a cat! Bye.