Sometimes I get so tired of the paparazzi around here.

Okay, they tell me I’m a beautiful girl and then they take pictures of me constantly. I can’t bathe myself, or play, or even take a nap without waking up at least 4 times to someone holding a phone up in front of my face to snap a picture. When I was first adopted, I thought it was so cool, but then after seeing how often it was happening, it got to be a little too much. Especially since I wasn’t the one deciding how or when the pictures were taken.

And, it happens all the time, but it’s worse when the little critter is here. She tracks me down no matter how well I hide. And of course, wherever she goes, the Can Opener is going to be right behind her- and not to stop her from bothering me, but to take pictures of whatever the little thing puts me through!

Although, I hate to admit it (except in this diary), but sometimes, it actually makes me feel pretty special. Like yesterday when she was here, and it was naptime. She insisted on tucking me in for my nap first.

She may be loud and busier than a hornet’s nest, but she is also very tenderhearted and sweet.

She gently tucked me in and gave me a kiss and told the Can Opener to quit talking so I could sleep. Once she knew I was warm and cozy she was content and snuggled up with the human for her own nap. She made me feel like the luckiest kitty in the world- and even though I get a little annoyed at times, I know they love me, and I wouldn’t trade them for anyone!

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