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Poor Traumatized Stray
Tatia was very NAUGHTY last night. At rehearsal, I'm told, they let Baby out and Meg, who's allergic to cats if they get too close, meowed at her. Tatia got upset and hissed back. Oh, doodness. My poor traumatized stray. She doesn't like other cats--I suppose I should've warned Duncan but I didn't realize anyone would be impersonating cats. Poor precious traumatized baby. Kisses for the stripey face. She was fine when I got home, as steppy as ever. (Steppy Cat Mode is when I'm trying to read something on the floor and she steps all over it all nonchalantly "Who, me? I'm just stepping over here...and here...and here...just trying to find a place to sit. Don't mind me.")
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